breaking wave
winter sunlight curls
into itself



—Martin Gottlieb Cohen
        

I entered this attempt in the Shiki Kukai this last January.

About the author: Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.

Martin's e-mail address: martin1223 at comcast dot net

Martin also has a weblog.

Responses to the haiku for 16 January 2007 by Martin Gottlieb Cohen

  1.  
    Aurora
    2007-01-16 13:53:18
     

    I really like this one, Martin.

  2.  
    Carole
    2007-01-16 14:25:39
     

    A lovely haiku Martin, and one that takes a few seconds to see fully but when you do, the wait is worth it!
    Carole

  3.  
    Mike Farley
    2007-01-16 15:42:05
     

    VERY nice Martin. You are some haiku poet. And Carole's right. The more you sit with this one, it turns your vision into a technicolor motion picture. I grew up near the ocean and I can well remember such warping of light rays in the surf, particularly at sunset.

  4.  
    cjames
    2007-01-16 17:58:40
     

    Simply wonderful. This haiku has such strong and wonderful imagery. Wonderful!

  5.  
    norton reed
    2007-01-16 18:47:40
     

    "curls into itself" is the definition
    of a haiku cliche. way overused!

    is there another way to say this?

    nr

  6.  
    martin
    2007-01-17 00:27:25
     

    Thanks Everyone!

    Norton you might be right...


    winter shore—
    sunlight curls into the wave

  7.  
    Dirk van Nouhuys (DHvN at wandd dot com)
    2007-01-18 09:10:47
     

    Wonderful. I’ve done a lot of body surfing and it made my back shiver.

  8.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-01-19 18:43:50
     

    norton, your words are refreshing. too often too many simply rely on moth worn cliches. for the haiku continued growth, fresh thoughts are a must. there's a world of unused moments ready and waiting.

    -

    this chilly morn
    drenching the vines--
    bougainvillaea purpled blossoms

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