September 25, 2020
September 4, 2020
Back Again
Cataract surgery is common and routine nowadays, but I had an additional problem. Both corneas had to be repaired through surgery also. So here I was being prepped for my third eye surgery in five months with the prospect of one more to go.
The prep nurse was going over the procedure when the anesthesiologist arrived to introduce herself, “Oh, I remember you. I put you to sleep for your first surgery. It looks like I’ll be doing it again.” Later it occurred to me that it had been five months and many other patients since our paths last crossed. So what was so memorable about the first surgery that she still remembered me?
traveling
a familiar road . . .
forget-me-not
The prep nurse was going over the procedure when the anesthesiologist arrived to introduce herself, “Oh, I remember you. I put you to sleep for your first surgery. It looks like I’ll be doing it again.” Later it occurred to me that it had been five months and many other patients since our paths last crossed. So what was so memorable about the first surgery that she still remembered me?
traveling
a familiar road . . .
forget-me-not
Tags: haibun
June 26, 2020
Found Poetry
these things I love . . .
remembering with granny
when I was little
remembering with granny
when I was little
traveling light
sing with the wind . . .
why I wake early
sing with the wind . . .
why I wake early
a cup of sun
in some quiet place . . .
windows of thought
in some quiet place . . .
windows of thought
by Dan Hardison
DailyHaiga
June, 2020
Tags: found poetry, haiga
May 30, 2020
The Gathering
The get together began with my grandparents as their children started families of their own. Everyone would gather at the home of one of the five brothers and sisters to share a meal and celebrate Christmas.
slice of lemon
and sweet tea over ice . . .
southern accent
Families grew from generation to generation. Some moved away and others passed away. Word finally came that the family would no longer gather for Christmas. It is sad that this annual rite has ended, and that time and circumstance has separated us.
familiar face
yet the name slips
away . . .
slice of lemon
and sweet tea over ice . . .
southern accent
Families grew from generation to generation. Some moved away and others passed away. Word finally came that the family would no longer gather for Christmas. It is sad that this annual rite has ended, and that time and circumstance has separated us.
familiar face
yet the name slips
away . . .
Tags: haibun
May 11, 2020
Sense of Time and Space Challenge
Haiku and image by Dan Hardison
Haigaonline - Sense of Time and Space Challenge
Vol, 21-1, Spring 2020
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