the mountain top dimples under the strider’s leg
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martin gottlieb cohen
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. View all posts by martin gottlieb cohen
very interesting!
Beautiful Martin I really liked this.To me this is a wonderful haiku.5/7/5 of nature, and I could visualize it.I try to write one everyday myself.Thank you for sharing.Your Friend in poetry, Darleen Inman {Time}
left behind
where we trod
signatures of being
You’ve proded imagination Martin… isn’t that what this is all about_?
the crazy rain
the gusty runlets
are depressing the field
Kujtim
darleen, magyar, if only this was what it’s all about. some equate “it” to zen, an enlightenment, self-discipline, innate intuition, or perchance scripture. low(lo) and behold, some would say all i’ve said is one and the same
i beg to differ, but i drift.
ask yourselves what it’s all about; is 5-7-5 conceivably a happenstance…
spring day-
a summer shower cleanse my thoughts