In April, I took some time away. Recently I remembered how much fun and camaraderie we used to have here, and I was warmed by a few people who still talked about me and waited for me to return. I wondered whether anyone would like to join me in an old-school Goetry thread. I composed this crude haiku series just to get things going.
I quietly stood,
Quickly left the playing hall
And did not look back
Released and relieved
I savoured cold London rain
Soaking my jacket
Roused the metronome
Of stiff robotic pacing
It took me away
A huddling pub
Opened its old wooden doors
To welcome me in
Sinking stupor-soft
Beneath flowing, foaming tides
From a filling glass
I floated freely
Through a shifting involution
Of light and dark
The ancient masters
Seemed to sit there before me
Silent and serene
And rivers of time
Rushed through me, but my soul still
Span on a wheel
Mindless memories
Of warm wins and cold losses
Wrong rules and regrets
Fast-forgotten goals
Forsaken gods and gurus
Crumbling idols
Dissipated down
Into games of Go growing
Unbidden, unchecked
I slowly staggered
Shoeless, unspeaking through streets
Of pleasant puddles
And I thought I saw
A statue of victory
Raised high above me
The mistress of fate
Hid amongst monochrome mists
And flickering stones
On the traintrack home
Light I slept and lull-lolling
Seeing life and death
Capriciously play
Around the great, golden globe
We call the goban
Then a raging hand
Swept its works from the square world
And I felt no more.
but it is a poetry lol.