honey flowing
from the spoon
autumn sunset

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Yoav J. Tenembaum

I am Argentinian-born. I have lived in various countries, including Argentina, the United States (New York), Israel and England (Cambridge and Oxford, where I pursued my masters and doctorate degree, as well as London). Poems of mine have been published in various literary magazines in the USA, Britain, Canada, the Philippines. e.mail: oxbridge at netvision dot net dot il

13 thoughts on “”

  1. ketchup splattered sky
    outlined in chalk
    on a wet neon street

    After all these years, I still haunt this sidewalk, repeating myself – unable to believe the evidence of other people’s memories. It is always autumn here, standing in the falling leaves.. just standing.


    (God, I feel like throwing up!)

  2. electraglide try this…

    butter streams
    down a mound of mashed potatoes…
    winter sunset

    this is a seasonally perfect poem. the comfort foods of a cold climate & the
    correlative sunset. good job yoav!

  3. honey flowing
    from the spoon
    autumn sunset

    A sweet and golden haiku to be sure.

    autumn dawn
    sun brightens a jar
    of pie spice

  4. Beautiful Haiku!
    It has an appealing cinematographic nature to it.
    I agree with Robert. No wonder it won the first prize at the prestigious Basho Haiku Festival.

  5. bare light of
    autumn sunrise–
    darken areola

    white trail of laundry starch–
    ‘gainst flushed cheek

    first light
    after summer ends–
    distant vision of new bud

  6. As I read this haiku it brought me into our sukkah as we dripped honey onto our challah while the sun set. A treasured moment crystallized in your haiku.

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