Winter fills the sky
Miles from the sea these gulls
No longer at home

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 7, 2012, in Haiku, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. You lucky man. This is the view from your window? I guess the one who’s watching has an influence on what he sees, too…


  2. A well written and true Haiku story. The gull come in and bull the food from the smaller birds.


    • Following from some of the comments here, I have decided to include a (helpful?) song here. It is a very old favourite of mine from her first album, with exquiste production by David Crosby.


  3. I thought the gulls’ home was inside the gull. When Ethel and I move perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to have a similar view. There are pelicans on Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. Perhaps we’ll not only see gulls, but pelicans too. I hope, but we’ll see. We have to sell our New Mexico house first.


    • We are several miles inland, and my view is mainly of the sky. So were the gulls, who were watching them flying restlessly around, as if unable to settle; it matched my mood at that moment, which was one of homesickness (though the home I was pining for was one to be found in this material world).


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