I reckon this might be a haiku but I don't really know (or care much, to be honest)
For tonight I dream
of high places, and spreading
out my arms like wings.
of high places, and spreading
out my arms like wings.
posted by Clare Dudman at 10:24 pm
4 Comments:
I won't get into the whole haiku debate. It's the 'For' that makes this intriguing. It makes this feel like the second half of a sentence. But what comes before it, eh?
Pointlessness before, and pointlessness afterwards, Jim and the odd bit of flying inbetween.
Too easy to get carried about by what it / isn't haiku.
Better to just read these three lines and go to where they take you.
As Jim said, there seems more to this. I feel there could be an after too. Probably the storyteller in you Clare, unable to not suggest a greater picture.
You're right, I think - better not to worry - just let the words take you where they will.
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