Juliusz Wnorowski lives in Warsaw with his family and he works as a copywriter in an advertising agency. He learns the art of haiku from abc.haiku.pl. Julius loves to write song lyrics and he's still looking for a hobby that wouldn't be attached to writing.
Email: juliuszwnorowski at o2 dot pl
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Very true, and most beautifully expressed. There’s something about bare walls, whether in public places or in our own homes, that magnifies distances, both visually and emotionally.
thanks Juliusz; keep writing
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ed.
bare walls–
much of mine
was hers
–
jem, faults included, define who we are
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so true felica, judith.
retrieving things past–
staring
at bare walls
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josh, my idle mind creates what i’d not seen before
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anthony, what’s free; but there was a time in my life, the sixties, love was said to be free. lol
Very perceptive, Juliusz, and very nicely done.
bare walls
learning how much of ours
was hers
very nice haiku -great response Ed.
sometimes it gets expensive (emotionally) figuring out what belongs to whom
Such a truly point beautifully stated. It makes me think about how our environment helps to define who we are, even to ourselves.
Very good, Juliusz. I have know those bare walls. Sometimes they are happy, sometimes sad.
Ed, a very telling response.
exquisite sabi (and wabi) Juliusz…
bare walls
this deep blue
summer sky
Very true, and most beautifully expressed. There’s something about bare walls, whether in public places or in our own homes, that magnifies distances, both visually and emotionally.
~Megan
bare walls
nothing to display
but your absence
bare walls
our parting words
echo
A haunting haiku that is incredibly powerful. This really touched me, and I suspect that many people are familiar with those bare walls. WOW!
thanks Juliusz; keep writing
–
ed.
bare walls–
much of mine
was hers
–
jem, faults included, define who we are
–
so true felica, judith.
retrieving things past–
staring
at bare walls
–
josh, my idle mind creates what i’d not seen before
–
anthony, what’s free; but there was a time in my life, the sixties, love was said to be free. lol
cross field of clover–
summer ends