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.
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I see and feel this haiku.
I’m not into two-line haiku, but this poet hit it. The last line is simply golden, revealing the rippling sun upon the mud. I love this image so much. The poet didn’t even have to use the words “water,” “ocean,” “wave,” or any other word that would have taken away from the sun revealing itself upon the ripples, ascending and descending upon the mud.
I see and feel this haiku.
I’m not into two-line haiku, but this poet hit it. The last line is simply golden, revealing the rippling sun upon the mud. I love this image so much. The poet didn’t even have to use the words “water,” “ocean,” “wave,” or any other word that would have taken away from the sun revealing itself upon the ripples, ascending and descending upon the mud.
Beautiful.
I couldn’t put it better. Thanks for the haiku Martin!
You’re right. That is really beautiful. I’ve never explored 2 line haiku. This poem makes me want to look into it.
This is remarkable Martin, I am glad to have read it.
my neighbor moans
honeydew moonbeams flood the room