Night haiku
The summer evening
caresses my senses; how
can I sleep alone?
On a night like this,
lying in the long grass, he
turned to me and smiled.
----
Clouds hide the full moon,
the cat creeps slowly towards
her prey: life or death?
Midnight: caught in the
headlights, an urban fox slips
between the parked cars.
----
Still dark, yet nearby
a blackbird sings; liquid notes
spill into the dawn.
At sunrise the breeze
stirs the windchimes; there is
laughter in my dreams.
caresses my senses; how
can I sleep alone?
On a night like this,
lying in the long grass, he
turned to me and smiled.
----
Clouds hide the full moon,
the cat creeps slowly towards
her prey: life or death?
Midnight: caught in the
headlights, an urban fox slips
between the parked cars.
----
Still dark, yet nearby
a blackbird sings; liquid notes
spill into the dawn.
At sunrise the breeze
stirs the windchimes; there is
laughter in my dreams.
posted by Mary at 11:15 am
14 Comments:
wow. gorgeous.
lovely ...
This is beautiful and haunting. Whenever I visit your blog, I'm happy that I did so.
xo~SLH
I rather like the last, in particular.
I love these, Mary. Well done! Very evocative. It's not always easy to pack enough into those 17 syllables, but you do with these, and the pairs work very nicely.
Did you see my poem today?? I laugh at how we are sometimes on the same wavelength.
oh i really like this!! nice!
Ah, these are wonderful!
Windchimes as laughter... for me, one of those moments when you think, "Oh! Yes! Exactly!" and you feel like you've just experienced a little instant of perfection.
Mary, I'm reading these again and just want to say that I really admire how you managed the breaks at the end of the second line... in EACH ONE! What you did lends such impact to the last word of the second line and then the image of the third line. Brava!
I love how they work together, one deepening the other, or separately. very fine work.
Thank you all for your comments. Very much appreciated.
Jessie: Welcome and thank you :-)
Whoa! I had no idea you were such a poet. You've been hiding your light under a bushel, amiga.
Dale: coming from you, that's a real compliment, thank you.
these are all very very good but you did them wrong.
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