bare walls -
even my own voice
sounds strange

—Juliusz Wnorowski
        

About the author: Juliusz Wnorowski lives in Warsaw with his family and he works as a copywriter in an advertising agency. He learns the art of haiku from abc.haiku.pl. Julius loves to write song lyrics and he's still looking for a hobby that wouldn't be attached to writing.

Email: juliuszwnorowski at o2 dot pl

 

Responses to the haiku for 16 August 2007 by Juliusz Wnorowski

  1.  
    Ed Schwellenbach
    2007-08-16 03:25:08
     

    Very perceptive, Juliusz, and very nicely done.

    bare walls
    learning how much of ours
    was hers

  2.  
    anthony slauson (tonyslauson at hotmail dot com)
    2007-08-16 03:35:03
     

    very nice haiku -great response Ed.
    sometimes it gets expensive (emotionally) figuring out what belongs to whom

  3.  
    jem
    2007-08-16 04:13:09
     

    Such a truly point beautifully stated. It makes me think about how our environment helps to define who we are, even to ourselves.

  4.  
    judith ingram
    2007-08-16 08:33:32
     

    Very good, Juliusz. I have know those bare walls. Sometimes they are happy, sometimes sad.

    Ed, a very telling response.

  5.  
    Josh Wikoff
    2007-08-16 12:16:03
     

    exquisite sabi (and wabi) Juliusz...

    bare walls
    this deep blue
    summer sky

  6.  
    Megan (markenberg at yahoo dot com)
    2007-08-16 13:53:35
     

    Very true, and most beautifully expressed. There's something about bare walls, whether in public places or in our own homes, that magnifies distances, both visually and emotionally.

    ~Megan

    bare walls
    nothing to display
    but your absence

    bare walls
    our parting words
    echo

  7.  
    Felica Sah
    2007-08-16 14:08:10
     

    A haunting haiku that is incredibly powerful. This really touched me, and I suspect that many people are familiar with those bare walls. WOW!

  8.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-08-16 22:08:51
     

    thanks Juliusz; keep writing
    -
    ed.
    bare walls--
    much of mine
    was hers
    -
    jem, faults included, define who we are
    -
    so true felica, judith.
    retrieving things past--
    staring
    at bare walls
    -
    josh, my idle mind creates what i'd not seen before
    -
    anthony, what's free; but there was a time in my life, the sixties, love was said to be free. lol

    cross field of clover--
    summer ends

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