A haiku I wrote years ago and have been refining:
Sitting on a lawn
at sunset, golden, glowing
red mosquito bite
I was in the airport on the way home from a Thanksgiving visit to Indiana and being tired and out of my element my mind started wandering. I was walking through a concourse and had the words of some verse come into my head. They were the lines: I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. I couldn’t remember who wrote it but I thought it was a woman. I remembered it from high school. As my mind continued to wander I began to imagine the voice of a woman over the loudspeaker in the airport. She was saying “Mr. Kilmer, Mr. Val Kilmer, please pick up the white courtesy phone. Mr. Val Kilmer, Please pick up the white courtesy phone. We have a poem for you. It’s a very lovely poem. Perhaps as lovely as a tree. Mr. Kilmer, please pick up the white courtesy phone. “
I couldn’t make a connection between the poem and the announcement. I think I went on to fantasize about something else. True story. Sersely.
February 5, 2009 at 1:19 am
Val Kilmer, huh?
February 5, 2009 at 4:56 am
I like this poem–it starts out so lovely then ends with this witty, almost sarcastic note
February 5, 2009 at 12:58 pm
I was trying for irony rather than sarcasm. I’ll take what I can get.
February 7, 2009 at 3:15 am
I thought Joyce Kilmer was a woman for the longest time! Dad didn’t care for him–maybe one step above the author of “I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.” And “It takes a heap of livin’ to make a house a home,” etc. Aaaah, Edgar A. Guest, it finally came to me!