Have we met? The way
we navigate this far, tired
planet is the same
When the sky purples
on the eve of everything,
will I be happy?
Where are we going?
I don’t know, but I hope it’s
somewhere full of sun
Tags: haiku, karen yuan, poetry
Nice!
I especially love the first one.
Lovely, like taking a deep breath.
I was concerned the Toast had stopped doing poetry entirely and am happy to see these here.
The last one is particularly beautiful.
Wow – these are wonderful! The last one reminded me of the A. A. Milne poem Spring Morning, which begins:
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.
Ooh, I love these. Thank you for sharing, Karen!
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
this is just what I needed today – thank you 🙂
These are so lovely! Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you so much. This feels like exactly what I needed to feel at this moment.
The second one is so poignant.
A+ to the editorial schedule placing these on a Friday afternoon. Beautiful words, beautifully timed.
I loved these!
Just the coda for the sci-fi novel I inhaled yesterday.