marsh wren's cry the sun ripples onto the mud —Martin Gottlieb Cohen
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marsh wren's cry the sun ripples onto the mud —Martin Gottlieb Cohen
This haiku is also published on serge tome's freetimes.
powered by ODEO
I see and feel this haiku.
I'm not into two-line haiku, but this poet hit it. The last line is simply golden, revealing the rippling sun upon the mud. I love this image so much. The poet didn't even have to use the words "water," "ocean," "wave," or any other word that would have taken away from the sun revealing itself upon the ripples, ascending and descending upon the mud.
Beautiful.
I couldn't put it better. Thanks for the haiku Martin!
You're right. That is really beautiful. I've never explored 2 line haiku. This poem makes me want to look into it.
This is remarkable Martin, I am glad to have read it.
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