I feel with you, Janice. My Dad died years ago and when my kids ask I tell them that he just sitting on a cloud, watching us ... and playing on his accordion. So this verse has got some hope, comfort and humour when I read it.
To me, it seems to say -- these instruments very much need the occasional dusting it takes...
I am kind of absent-minded sometimes...and when I see dust on my fathers photo (I lost him in 2003 he played no instruments)-- i feel so guilty...But in cities like Delhi dust is so rampant..
Good one, Ralf, I like a haiku more when it takes me back to memories...and comments too help...i love the interaction that happens in this otherwise so virtual a world :)
Thank you very muxh, Devika. Sometimes I read, interaction turns a verse into a non-haiku. I don't now whether this is true, but even if this is so, I agree with you.
Looking to this verse: At least there is now looking back without looking forward. And there are many reasons to feel touched, but none to feel guilty (in my eyes). Shouldn't we be happy about the dust? It gives us back memories ...
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You should play it.
Gesine
Can't. Am just a poor-playing guitar-owner.
Danke, Gesine!
Viele Grüße, best wishes
Ralf
Having recently lost my Father this hits home Ralf.
I feel with you, Janice. My Dad died years ago and when my kids ask I tell them that he just sitting on a cloud, watching us ... and playing on his accordion. So this verse has got some hope, comfort and humour when I read it.
Best wishes and thank you
Ralf
To me, it seems to say -- these instruments very much need the occasional dusting it takes...
I am kind of absent-minded sometimes...and when I see dust on my fathers photo (I lost him in 2003 he played no instruments)-- i feel so guilty...But in cities like Delhi dust is so rampant..
Good one, Ralf,
I like a haiku more when it takes me back to memories...and comments too help...i love the interaction that happens in this otherwise so virtual a world :)
wishes,
devika
Thank you very muxh, Devika. Sometimes I read, interaction turns a verse into a non-haiku. I don't now whether this is true, but even if this is so, I agree with you.
Looking to this verse: At least there is now looking back without looking forward. And there are many reasons to feel touched, but none to feel guilty (in my eyes). Shouldn't we be happy about the dust? It gives us back memories ...
Best wishes
Ralf
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