Theresa Williams-Author [Exile Edition]: Haiku #229

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Haiku #229

Old Tibetan flag...
race in the wind little strings
each a silent prayer

2 comments:

ggw07 said...: Lovely! You've got something here! How about a book of phoku & hiaku?
Gretchen; 2:05 PM
Theresa Williams said...: Thanks, Gretchen. When I looked through the viewfinder I was shocked at how clearly visible the strings were! These flags have been up around our porch for two years. My friend Beth gave them to me. I almost talked about that in the post but then I thought I'd just let it stand on its own.; 2:10 PM

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From the First Chapter

The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.