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23/07/2017 12:43 pm
A year or so before his death Ken surprised me by asking what I thought destiny was. I was not the right person to ask, given that I see everything as contingent, and my response was probably inadequate. Reflecting on this yesterday I wrote the following which I dedicate to Ken:
Why worry?
Fair winds or foul will bring your little skiff
into its safe harbour.
Best wishes, Stuart.
23/07/2017 4:11 pm
That's really lovely.
25/07/2017 3:30 pm
As a small boat sailor I can't overcome my scepticism, much as I would like to. But I offer a new haiku, a combination of observation in the New Forest and studying Caravaggio's The Conversion of Saint Paul. Probably too obscure.
rip rip the grass -
piebald pony, its white mane
an angel's wing
George
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29/07/2017 1:03 pm
Too obscure for this uncultured fellow!
My haiku is not meant to be factual but a metaphor. (I spent much time with my dad messing about in boats when I was a kid.)
Best, Stuart.
