\u00a9 Helen Lowe<\/p>\n
Published in a fine line<\/em><\/span>, New Zealand Poetry Society, March 2007<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n About the Haiku:<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s been a wee while since I’ve featured a haiku so I thought I’d put one up for today.<\/p>\n (As above) ‘hanging out washing’<\/em> was published as a Kiwi Haiku (Ed. Richard von Sturmer) in the NZ Poetry Society journal a fine line <\/span><\/em>in 2007—although I hadn’t realised what a very Kiwi theme it was until a friend who has travelled widely, and lived and worked in many different countries, remarked that in fact hanging out washing is no longer as universal a practice as NZ-ers might assume (ie washing machine\/dryer is it in many places now): let alone the ‘lone wire and pole’ version of the washing line (the standard of my rural childhood) that this haiku celebrates.<\/p>\n In terms of choosing this particular haiku for today, I know that it is coming up for Thanksgiving in the US right now, and to me this poem (since a haiku is<\/span> a form of poetry) is all about being in the moment with, and by extension giving thanks for, all the small, simple goodnesses in life: like the bravura splash of that one coloured peg (it was red, by the way), as well as for the weathered wood and the cheerful snap of the washing against blue sky—which is in itself a way of giving thanks just for being here. And this year, that on it own has felt like a pretty big deal.<\/p>\n Little poem, big speil, huh? But the haiku, I hope, stands on its own.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n hanging out washing — one coloured peg in a line of weathered wood . \u00a9 Helen Lowe Published in a fine line, New Zealand Poetry Society, March 2007 — About the Haiku: It’s been a wee while since I’ve featured a haiku so I thought I’d put one up for today. (As above) ‘hanging out […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9844","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9844","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9844"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9844\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9852,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9844\/revisions\/9852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9844"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9844"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9844"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" "\\"TuesPoem\\"")
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