winter evening
home from the party
my red dress on the floor

—Aurora Antonovic
        

About the author: Aurora Antonovic is a Canadian writer, editor, and visual artist whose work has appeared over one thousand times in publications spanning eleven countries and five continents. She is a recent winner in the 2005 Tanka Splendor Awards, and a Pushcart Prize nominee. She is a member of The Bohemian Poet, a collective poet/artist group headed by Michael Ladanyi.

Responses to the haiku for 17 December 2004 by Aurora Antonovic

  1.  
    kate (chrismomxyz at yahoo dot com)
    2004-12-17 05:40:38
     

    abandoned
    in a snow drift-
    one red stiletto

  2.  
    Pat Paulk (patpaulk50 at msn dot com)
    2004-12-17 06:59:28
     

    Red dress on the floor
    exhausted from the party-
    our bodies lay still

  3.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-12-17 22:14:47
     

    intrigued by pat's response
    ===========

    autumn's dusk
    winter's dawn --
    my bareness, not feeling the chill

    -

  4.  
    Georgia Kornbluth (georgia_k at verizon dot net)
    2004-12-19 06:35:16
     

    red dress
    tres chic
    hot chick

  5.  
    eric rupley (paris_hai at yahoo dot com)
    2004-12-19 10:36:07
     

    winter bright sky --
    let's enjoy the sun
    from our bed.

  6.  
    Norman Darlington (tinywords at eirmode dot com)
    2004-12-19 14:33:29
     

    Zdravo Aurora! I enjoyed your haiku very much. A light touch, and open-ended, but brimful of suggestion.

  7.  
    manohar mariadhas (ma_manohar at yahoo dot co dot in)
    2004-12-24 03:15:27
     

    WINTER PARTY
    FLOOR SLIPPED
    DRESS REDDENED

  8.  
    2005-02-10 00:20:12
     

    winter dusk
    each of the trees
    stands so alone

  9.  
    sylvain moret
    2006-05-29 20:19:36
     

    aurora,
    did you take someone home with you from
    the party? or were you too drunk to hang
    your dress in the closet? the world would
    be a dull place without your brilliance.
    canada would be utterly desolate! thank god you're one of us.
    sylvain


    foreplay...
    the cat bats
    at our quilted movements

  10.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-02-13 14:11:03
     

    friendly commuter
    this harsh winter morning--
    my different hat

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