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 think the most striking part of this haiku is the first word – silence. Frequently it is the absence of some sensation that draws our awareness. Well done, Martin.
A perfect winter getaway for me.
Thanks for this haiku.
Martin,
Great haiku! Here’s one of my own:
Of all the poems
written on snowflakes
No two are alike.
december, triste-
one heart beating for two
Martin . . .lovely poem
David Fox…I love the twist!
Rain on my roof
like polka dots
I think the most striking part of this haiku is the first word – silence. Frequently it is the absence of some sensation that draws our awareness. Well done, Martin.
pit-a-pat
she breaks the ice
on the window pane
The look of silence. Well done, Martin.
Nice, Martin!
I like the way “silence” increases awareness
of the melting.
:-)
Lary
red hen, 5 chicks
one fine autumn day
motley duck, 4 ducklings