Thursday, December 29, 2005

Off the cuff

Such a lonesome sound:
An old plane's far-off droning
in the dead of night.


anu said...

Very nice poem Michael, i can so relate to it. It is so real.

Michael said...

As ever, thanks, Anu!

Kitty said...

Reminds me of the way I feel hearing train whistles in the distance late at night.

Michael said...

Hi Kitty,

I'm really lucky: I live near railroad tracks used by several freight lines, and also near an airport, so I get the best of both worlds!

Bob J. said...

Thanks for your comments on my blog. Since you seem knowledgabel about things I only know secondhand, I wanted to check yours out -- good! Strangely enough just lately I had been wanting to try my hand at some haiku, so now I am inspired.

Michael said...

Hi Bob J.

Welcome, and many thanks for stopping by!
Well, I do enjoy Japan, having lived there for three years and having immersed myself with varying success in its history, culture and religions.
I'm glad we've discovered each other's blogs, and I look forward to reading your haiku!
All the best to you and yours in the coming year!