Bright green moss blooming
on the shed's grey threshold-
new paint for old wood.

—d. f. tweney

About the author: d. f. tweney (dft at tinywords dot com) is the publisher and chief haikuvangelist of A technology journalist, he has also worked as a weed whacker, pizza chef, ESL teacher, and environmental activist, and he won the Boston Poetry Slam in 1992. He is secretly Canadian.

Responses to the haiku for 11 December 2000 by d. f. tweney

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-08-30 20:29:36

    "Bright green moss blooming
    on the shed's grey threshold-
    new paint for old wood."

    a nice capturing of the moment, however, conceivably, my thoughts misled me.

    "Bright green moss blooming"
    quite vivid

    "on the shed's grey threshold- "
    when i read grey, my thoughts turned to a (metal) shed, though i am sure it may have been painted over wood, grey.

    "new paint for old wood."
    this clears up the issue, but knowing how my mind works, i wanted to argue the point, on the shed being made from a metal, however, i know when to let go.

    nice interpretation and/or dual meaning

    in this haiku, it seems to be an observation, without a deeper meaning...

    and yet...

    the voice said, "what about the (phoenix)"...

    i said, "you're right, however, no more today"

    Narayanan Raghunathan (mahashishta at hotmail dot com)
    2004-01-14 06:05:41

    Thanks and Greetings Tweney.

    moss wall
    dew-drop worlds sparkle
    a temple bell ~

    scratched glass
    graffiti in sunlight ~
    a new Klee painting ~

    john tiong chunghoo (BAGIRUANG at YAHOO dot COM)
    2004-02-04 10:41:46

    old temple
    the smoked
    gods and goddesses

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-05-01 09:02:41

    breezy ~
    among lustrous green umbrella leaves
    silent fledgling doves

    Vasile Moldovan (vasilemoldovan at yahoo dot com)
    2004-11-19 04:37:57

    In the open air...
    an unseen painter changes slowly
    all the landscape

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-05-24 00:31:36

    clear raindrops fall
    on the laborer's dusty face
    a smile at day's end