Friday, September 22, 2023
Haiku Friday: Angels
On Tuesday, I wrote about an uncompleted painting my dad had been working on. My mom put this in the comments, and it really moved me:
Your blog brought back so many good memories. He worked on many variations of that painting over the years, but never finished it. The blue mask was temporary. I recently found the photo he was using as reference, and I think that it was taken in Italy. I especially loved the spot of paint on his left jaw. He almost always had a spot of paint on his face or an ear or in his hair after a painting session. I'm so glad that you took that picture.
So, the picture above is of another painting that I don't think my dad ever finished, but I loved this unfinished version. After all, I don't think we ever see angels clearly.
Anyways, let's haiku about angels this week. You have wide latitude, of course-- it's fine with me if you write about the Los Angeles Angels. Here, I'll go first:
I have felt comfort
Of one wing around my arm
Unseen, in silence.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula and have some fun.
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(That is a cool painting in progress from your dad)
When I turned to thank
them, they were nowhere. I was
unlost, unafraid.
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When I turned to thank
them, they were nowhere. I was
unlost, unafraid.
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