Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Apartment Music

on November 26, 2017

Neighbors’ grandchildren
Arriving Thanksgiving morn
Stampede down the hall

Lovely the patter
Not-so-little feet clatter
A nostalgic sound.

In Response to Daily Prompt: Percussive

18 responses to “Haiku: Apartment Music

  1. I get that sense of sweet nostalgia from this Ina.

  2. susielindau says:

    I love how you found a simple pleasure in a common sound.

  3. den169 says:

    Aw, flashbacks!

  4. wilsonagaba says:

    A lot of thanks!

  5. Eric Alagan says:

    Sound, noise or music
    I decide my life’s colours
    Brilliant blooms abound

    Hello Ina,
    I live in an apartment and your poem resonates – both figuratively and literally 🙂

    • vivachange77 says:

      Hi Eric,
      Brilliant decision. Nice to know you are an apartment dweller, too. I find it is a bit like Heloise living in the Plaza (is that the hotel?) with a pinch of A Gentleman in Moscow.

      Take care,

  6. vivachange77 says:

    P.S. It is the Plaza Hotel and Eloise, not Heloise.

  7. Christy B says:

    Sometimes I hear kids out in the hallway of my building too! I like when they’re laughing 🙂

  8. As always you say so much with just a few words.

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