the backyard
of a poor man's home -
summer heat
Many started growing vegetables in pots now
to get over the recession ...
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Gabi sensei,
This says a lot just as it stands, without explanation.
Though I can relate!
Willie
Gabi,
I like this very much. I imagine that the poor man's back yard is no hotter than a rich man's back yard, but that the poor man's back yard is much livelier, as it may be the coolest place around.
This really offers much to think about.
Thank you! ME.
Yes, I had the same thoughts as M. Nice jux, Gabi. I think "back yard" would be two words here as "backyard" is an adjective, as in 'backyard barbecue.'
Me.
backyard or back yard this little poem says a lot Gabi.
Good one!
K.R.
I like this very much, Gabi, and I suspect its appeal is universal.
J.
Nice one, Gabi. I read this much the way M. did . . . no air-conditioning for this man.
S.
Yes, Gabi san,
Well done.
The Webster's New World Dictionary that I had in college (several decades ago) agrees with Melinda that "back yard" is two words, but the new edition lists "backyard" as a noun. I guess language is constantly evolving...
neko
Hi Gabi,
This haiku is good and very engaging to me....we also do the same..planting in pots and sacks..with the current financial situation,man has to survive.......
Caleb
we had the world's sweetest carrots, tomatoes so delicious their scent filled the house when you sliced them, squash, watermelon, strawberries, beans, peas, corn, pumpkins, melons, lettuce, cabbage, cauliflower, broccoli, herbs, mint, peppers, parsnips, turnips, pickles[i.e. cucumbers for them] and a pantry bigger than a ny city apartment full of home canned veggies
more
Well for this man at least he has a home.
For many nowadays that is also a luxury.
The backyard is a personal space like a sanctuary but this personal space was once everyone's space before we decided to leave the forests and cut them down.
Industrialization has changed a lot superficially but deep down the drivers of human beings have not changed.
Our climate is inextricably linked to all of us. Globalization and militarism can not deny this so the more it pushes growth the more we all wilt, scorch and maybe burn.
But never forget this is only the outside.
As Buddha reminded us Bhodi is that which remains untarnished, unblemished, uncorruptable always illuminating.
Now we live in plots of land parcels of urban landscape divided by fences.
Although we are divided by the sale of land capitalism and oligarchs have not been able to control the weather as yet!!!!!!
WE are all on this space and occupy this breathing space yet some seek to divide and govern.
Those bankers and monetary men predomenantly have created this suffering for the majority.
This is certainly close if not the same rerun of the 1927 Depression BUT the media has been Gagged from using the D word.
Thank you Gabbi amidst this turmoil your light shines compassion, insight and artistry.
Thanks for your kind comments, Gerard !
Gabi
Food for thought in this one Gabi
BA
Gabi,
This reminds me of backyards (okay either way it is spelled) and front stoops in the cities where poor people hang out to catch a breeze that might be happening by.
A lovely, and as S. says, "universal" moment.
WD
Somehow, all the heat of the summer has gathered in that one back yard.
I'd call this an instant classic, Gabi.
B.NY.
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