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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VERY nice Martin. You are some haiku poet. And Carole’s right. The more you sit with this one, it turns your vision into a technicolor motion picture. I grew up near the ocean and I can well remember such warping of light rays in the surf, particularly at sunset.
norton, your words are refreshing. too often too many simply rely on moth worn cliches. for the haiku continued growth, fresh thoughts are a must. there’s a world of unused moments ready and waiting.
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this chilly morn
drenching the vines–
bougainvillaea purpled blossoms
I really like this one, Martin.
A lovely haiku Martin, and one that takes a few seconds to see fully but when you do, the wait is worth it!
Carole
VERY nice Martin. You are some haiku poet. And Carole’s right. The more you sit with this one, it turns your vision into a technicolor motion picture. I grew up near the ocean and I can well remember such warping of light rays in the surf, particularly at sunset.
Simply wonderful. This haiku has such strong and wonderful imagery. Wonderful!
“curls into itself” is the definition
of a haiku cliche. way overused!
is there another way to say this?
nr
Thanks Everyone!
Norton you might be right…
winter shore—
sunlight curls into the wave
Wonderful. I’ve done a lot of body surfing and it made my back shiver.
norton, your words are refreshing. too often too many simply rely on moth worn cliches. for the haiku continued growth, fresh thoughts are a must. there’s a world of unused moments ready and waiting.
–
this chilly morn
drenching the vines–
bougainvillaea purpled blossoms