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 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

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

    Very perceptive, Juliusz, and very nicely done.

    bare walls
    learning how much of ours
    was hers

    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

    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.

    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.

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

    exquisite sabi (and wabi) Juliusz...

    bare walls
    this deep blue
    summer sky

    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.


    bare walls
    nothing to display
    but your absence

    bare walls
    our parting words

    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!

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

    thanks Juliusz; keep writing
    bare walls--
    much of mine
    was hers
    jem, faults included, define who we are
    so true felica, judith.
    retrieving things past--
    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