2007-06-16

1055. Obstacle

A tumbling bag
joins another at the fence —
windy afternoon.

10 comments:

Masago said...

1055. Obstacle

A tumbling bag
joins another at the fence -
windy afternoon.

Link with 1054: Joining another.

[Sometimes an obstacle confronts our forward progress. It is shallow comfort to find that another has already succumbed to the blandishments of everyday living.]

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I like your thoughts about this :)

Borut said...

Travelling companions - at least they have bags of stories...?:)

John McDonald said...

true
john

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

I understand this. But because I come from the point of emotions, or thats how I write. I am not sure how to feel about it. Does this make sense to you?

polona said...

ah, the flotsam and jetsam of life...

Masago said...

Andrew: Thank you, my friend.

Borut: *smile* very good.

John: Thanks.

Inside: Thanks for visiting. I'm not sure what emotion one should have. As a haiku poet I just write "in the moment" and in this case I tried to provide some further insight.

Polona: Yes, some of us are floating in more of it than others. ;-)

Pamela said...

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floots said...

there is something joyous about the sight of a high-flying bag - as if it has made its break :)

Masago said...

Pamela: Weeds indeed! :-)

Floots: Now that you mention it, I know what you mean. I work in an office on the 17th floor. It is quite a sight to sometimes see a bag or some paper trash lofting past.