1. I love how you worded the first line. There is another simple reality attached to it: age. You’ve wrapped almost everything about living and what lies ahead in a few words. Clever and beautiful.

    1. Life, a short journey
      Packed with many episodes
      Plot points same for all

      Hello Uzo, my friend,

      Thank you for your nice words.

      And you’re right about age – good one!


  2. I burst out laughing when you reminded me of the bell-bottom pants with tight fitting flowered shirt. I think some guys have the afro hair styles to match.

    And now you spot guys with shrinking pants and no socks – the K-pop trend.

    1. Shrinking tight pants and no socks – LOL! They too look silly and they too will live to regret it, I reckon.

      Just as my generation avoids mentioning – bell bottoms c/w body hugging floral shirts and afro-hairdo πŸ™‚

  3. “Sepia days of nostalgia” – sometimes I do dig out the old photos which are originally black and white or those that has turned brown with time. I smile when recalling a funny incident or at the way we used to dress. The only thing I frown at was, I looked better with less love handles, back then. Time and age never spare us.

    1. Looking back is fun
      Time and age do not spare us
      Down sides and up sides

      Hello Windy,

      I know what you mean by the way we dressed. Whenever I see myself in bell-bottom pants – I cringe πŸ™‚


  4. Another few beautiful lines to start the wheels turning, Eric. I love “sepia days of nostalgia.” Your photo is gorgeous, too. If I can ask, what editing site do you use to add text to photos? Years passed, I used Picasa, but that has since changed or disappeared. Anyway, have a wonderful Wednesday. πŸ™‚

    1. Wheels turning, life thrives
      Written words read, thoughts discerned
      Growing rich daily

      Hello Lauren,

      Thank you for your kind words – and trust the week’s been good to you too.

      I use PowerPoint to add text to images – easy to use and straightforward.


      1. Great haiku! And I’ve never used PowerPoint, but maybe it’s time I learned. πŸ™‚ Thanks for letting me know. Have a good rest of the week!!

  5. “…The place had lost its allure. When I returned with Lisa – it became magical again.” Beautiful line there, good sir! πŸ™‚

    Yes, the power of memory can indeed bring the brilliant sheen of sun on summer grass or the dull dun-colored dreariness of a clutch of clover in the throes of fall. It can go either way.

    And quite true, that upon reminiscing, our mind recalls vivid palpable places, yet do they remain in the realm of the real?

    One can recall, simultaneously, a single moment that brings the beauty, the brown, and the mundane into play.

    Memory is a fickle thing; elusive and alluring, a chimera of the unconscious.

    Thank you, my dear friend, for yet another thought-provoking poem!

    All good wishes, to you and Lisa.

    Paul πŸ˜‰

    1. Passages of life
      Memories, multi-shaded
      Wear tinted glasses

      Dear Paul,

      Thank you for your ever kind words of encouragement.

      Yes, memory is fickle and all that you say is true.

      All good wishes to you and your lovely wife too,
      Eric πŸ™‚
      P/s That typo was mine, not yours – since corrected πŸ™‚

  6. Had to think about that one. You manage to think deep thoughts in just a few lines. I suppose it boils down to what we choose to remember, the dreams we have which are sometimes utopian and the harsh reality of the present.

    1. Free choice or chosen?
      Buffet spread of memories
      Each has unique views

      Hello Ian,

      You are right – and our memories are as unique as our DNA.


  7. I notice that the image which accompanies this haiku is curtesy of E.A It is lovely, another talent? i only ask, “is winter mundane?” even if it flows beautifully in this haiku’s conclusion?

    1. Joy in all seasons
      Less so when loved one away
      Incomplete image

      Hello Jane,

      I do take some photography but did not snap this – I bought it.

      Lisa and I have a favourite restaurant and usually gravitate there for (what is now called) date nights. One evening, I brought some business clients there for a meal. The place had lost its allure. When I returned with Lisa – it became magical again. Same place, same friendly and attentive staff, and same everything but one missing piece – the most important. Yes, ‘winter’ can be mundane.

      Another take – some moments hold no magic. But upon recollection – they become so. Time and fading memory edits our experiences and emotions. Sometimes, we recall the best (and at other times, the worst). But at that moment – it might be quite mundane. That which is beautiful now, might not have been so back then.

      Yes, there are several more interpretations hidden in the haiku – each discerns and picks his own, I reckon. That is what verse does – not definitive. Once published, the author loses control.


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