paul m. is an award winning haiku poet whose work has been widely published. He is Treasurer for the Haiku Society of America (hsa-haiku.org) and Haiku North America (haikunorthamerica.com), as well as book review editor for Modern Haiku (modernhaiku.org).
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This brought me back to college when afternoons were spent with a young woman I had a major crush on discussing medieval philosophies. The talks I’ve forgotten, but not her eyes or the leaves on wet pavement or butterflies I blamed on caffiene.
This brought me back to college when afternoons were spent with a young woman I had a major crush on discussing medieval philosophies. The talks I’ve forgotten, but not her eyes or the leaves on wet pavement or butterflies I blamed on caffiene.
so many branches
now exposed …
an understatement
I especially like the possible
interpretations of the first line.
wind whispers to leaf
pretend
you’re a butterfly
grapes dropping
red leaves fallling
to damp earth
poised
between heaven and earth
bare branches
leaves who died red &
gold: scatter’d over path, caught
among yellow ferns
i like the contrast here between the tree revealing almost everything & the humans trying not to reveal much at all.
There’s little left to talk about. Summer’s gone, birds nests don’t need hiding..
naked truths exposed
inexpertly skun
by spoken word
There is a dissonance between first line and second. Is that the reason that this haiku offers so many possibilities?
In star’s haiku in the comment above, “skun”? Skinned, spun, spanned? Typo, or another way to offer multiple possibilities?
cricket’s shrill
our warm conversation
in the japanese pub
red dragonfly
the earth’s shadow moves up a tree
elusive whispers
warm, gentle breeze through the fronds ~
her laughter