harvest moon
  our newborn's cry floats above
the cornstubble

—Ed Markowski
        

this poem was written thirty years
ago when our daughter was four months old.

About the author: ed markowski lives and writes in auburn hills, michigan. his work has appeared in modern haiku, acorn, bottle rockets, and the birmingham poetry review.

Responses to the haiku for 24 October 2007 by Ed Markowski

  1.  
    Patricia (a/k/a Roswila) (maryschild44 at yahoo dot com)
    2007-10-24 12:44:28
     

    Really nice contrast, and so perfect for the autumn.

  2.  
    river Malcolm
    2007-10-24 12:50:44
     

    ed -- totally love this, as so many of yours. esp touched because it is my birthday.
    thanks

  3.  
    Bill Kenney
    2007-10-24 19:37:22
     

    Still as fresh as it was thirty years ago.

  4.  
    toby evans
    2007-10-24 20:24:39
     

    solid.

    autumn light
    the faded letters
    of an old poem

    good poem.

  5.  
    Vasile Moldovan (vasilemoldovan at yahoo dot com)
    2007-10-25 04:13:50
     

    burnt cornstuble...
    from the crickets'strong cry
    only a faint echo

  6.  
    david stark
    2007-10-25 06:27:42
     

    I love this poem. Haunting.

  7.  
    DarKmr
    2007-10-25 09:02:40
     

    Ed, you've prodded my memory, thanks.
    _She, then, was was two, and handles the task much more neatly... now.

    grandchild
    explores her pumpkin pie
    a masqurade
    _M

  8.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-10-25 17:17:15
     

    before dawn--
    chased before an autumn wind
    a rolling bottle

  9.  
    laryalee
    2007-10-26 19:27:47
     

    This is so moving, Ed...
    beautiful work -- and a glimpse
    of those special memories!
    ;)
    Lary

  10.  
    Collin Barber
    2007-10-26 22:50:56
     

    excellent ed, as always.

  11.  
    Alan Summers
    2007-10-29 03:22:32
     

    Good strong original haiku!

  12.  
    ed markowski
    2007-10-29 19:23:56
     

    the kind words are much appreciated.
    ed


    hunter's moon
    a drop of mother's milk
    on the infant's chin

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