Monday, 4 June 2007

haiku - architecture

crumbling stone walls
of an abandoned house -
a gnarled olive tree.


Architecture for
One Deep Breath

27 comments:

L.L. Barkat said...

Beautiful, simple image. The olive tree makes me wonder what hands used to pick here, and why they are gone.

polona said...

what a timeless image!
love it

Jess said...

Visions of where I would rather be come leaping into my mind. :-)

Mike Mc said...

sometimes we do seem to be rather temporary

Sandy said...

Don't you just love old homesteads? I can picture this in my mind!

nĂ  said...

so much atmosphere! i can imagine it either in the country here in italy, or in greece too. beautiful!!!

Mandy said...

abandoned homes
always there is a tree
still growing

Crafty Green Poet said...

l.l.barkat, polona, jess - thanks

mike - yes, everything is temporary!

sandy - glad you can see it in your mind!

na - well I was sort of thinking of Italy when I wrote it, though other stories lead into it too from other places.

reprehriestless warillever said...

The people leave, but their traces remain.

Coming upon an abandoned dwelling makes me feel like an archeologist or historical anthropologist.

Great imagery.

spacedlaw said...

This is just like looking out the window...
Nathalie

get zapped said...

Love the imagery in this, and the impermanency.

Regina Clare Jane said...

Yes, the imagery is simple but complex at the same time- I often wonder about abandoned houses...

Tammy said...

I agree, timeless image. It made me picture a war torn home in Italy. Nice job!

Shelby said...

stunning word image... :)

quietpaths said...

the olive tree seals the deal!

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

Hi,

I’m hosting the Ringing of the Bards poetry blog carnival, June 16. If you’d like to be included, leave a comment here or email me at tielansari @ gmail dot com any time through June 15.

Any style is welcome, but I’m particularly showcasing formal poetry this time around.

Don’t forget to come back and see the carnival!

Colorful Prose said...

Reminds me of Provence.

Becca said...

Simple and elegant, this is a perfect snapshot.

Just lovely :)

Rax said...

beautiful vision

Crafty Green Poet said...

Tammy - yes, war torn was the other part of my thinking behind this!

Mandy - I always enjoy a haiku in response to a haiku!

reprehreiestless - me too!

spacedlaw, getzapped, shelby, quietpaths - thanks!

Regina - there are always so many potential stories there aren't there?

Tiel - I'll try to remember this time, honest! Thanks for asking!

Becca, Rax - thanks!

Colourful Prose - one day perhaps I'll go to Provence!

hanulf said...

Gorgeous image :)

Brian said...

gnarled,...great use of that word

Patois said...

A "gnarled olive tree," not an olive branch. Perhaps that is why I'm also thinking conflict.

InlandEmpireGirl said...

This haiku captures a lovely image.

Clockworkchris said...

Great haiku. So easy to imagine the image and wonderful description in the short amount of words. I just also have to mention I saw you like Ani DiFranco. She has been my absolute favorite female musician for the last ten years. I have seen her in concert twice. Yet another thing we share in common.

megan said...

When I read this, I smelled the olives. I love how the words you put together created a sensation.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Chris - I've seen Ani di Franco in concert twice too! Glad you like the haiku!

Brian, Hanulf, Inland Empire Girl - thanks

Patois - interesting point!

The story behind the haiku was of a house deserted or bombed during conflict and the olive tree, symbolising peace, growing out of it. Though I imagined the story being set in the Middle East, the place I pictured was definitely Italy.