brittle light
brittle light
Feb 25, 2013

Call It What You Will (Page 4) compilation of some older posts

green gecko dragon
under gentle falling rain
dancing on bamboo

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tall trees graze the sky
nibbling sunshine, dribbling
dappled bits of shade

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poets and lovers
hunch over the bottomless
well of heartache

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even in unveiled sadness
her beauty incites tears
I cry twice

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setience rekindled
eyes are brightened, heart is thawed
smiles from a daughter

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blue swells of sadness
gliding atop a smooth groove
she knows it by heart

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the poet is lost
cries for help in metaphor
none come to his aid

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she waits for the mail
playing loves me loves me not
daisey petals rule

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a moment, captured
in gentle eloquence
the poet smiles

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a confirmed recluse
his own shadow annoys him
tooooooooo louddddd

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About This Poem

Last Few Words: some of these are from pre-crash days... the others were posted singularly over the last two years. Just wanted to have them in one place. this is page 4 0f 4, so far. page one is not numbered, titled "call it what you will". the others are numbered

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

brittle light

thank you.

I'm happy you found them effective. I think Haiku is best when it just pours out easily, spontaneously.
I have to work on mine most of the time, then worry if that natural, instantaneous feeling has been lost.
But even if so, I hope the puzzle, the ah! ha!, or the visual is enough to stir a chuckle of recognition.

thanks again