an old woman sweeps
the walk of cherry blossoms
children’s laughter
Published by
Marion Alice Poirier
Marion Alice Poirier lives in Boston, MA and has been writing and reading haiku for more than ten years. She also writes short poetry and is working on a book of the same with haiku interspersed.
View all posts by Marion Alice Poirier
13 thoughts on “”
crone uninspired
each year of falling blossoms
preferred barren trees
Who said anything about "hip"? Why are you worried about being hip? Why do you equate hipness with "real prose"? Stop and eat the cherry blossoms. *munch*
crone uninspired
each year of falling blossoms
preferred barren trees
school memories
the slow fall of cherry petals
Another fine two line haiku from Martin.
Alan
cherry blossom
lands on cheek
of sleeping child
lands from the tree or ceiling of bedroom or dropped by ghosts for the kid
time to be less Japan-like, more Americano-like.
Yes, Thomas Edison invented haiku.
Seriously, though, I hear what you're saying.
cherry blossoms . . .
never find there way in
my poems
2nd draft: this is more what I want to say:
cherry blossoms . . .
just never seem to land
in my poems
Who said anything about "hip"? Why are you worried about being hip? Why do you equate hipness with "real prose"? Stop and eat the cherry blossoms. *munch*
i spoke of hipness
and i don't worry about it
i equate nothing with real prose
independent invention
Everyone I repeat…
from her dark hip the moon's curve
I like Ms. Poirier's poem very much!
American haiku scene
buried in cherry blossoms
help!