All night the rattle
at the iron gate
the color of winter
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Sylvia Forges-Ryan
Sylvia Forges-Ryan recently received the International Azsacra Poetry Award from the Taj Mahal Journal in Allahabad, India which published her poems in December 2014. Also, she won Third Prize in the 2014 Robert Frost Poetry Contest. Her book, Take a Deep Breath: The Haiku Way to Inner Peace, which won an R. H. Blyth Honorable Mention for Outstanding Books in Haiku Literature from the World Haiku Review in 2013, was selected for permanent inclusion in the American Literature Collection of the Beinecke Library at Yale University.
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This is lovely – the sound in the phrase feeds the last line so well. Cold, brittle, but beauty too.
Lovely! …so wonderful how you've used synesthesia with 'the color of winter' to bring us color, sound, and for me taste as well when I envision a cold winter night.
This is lovely – the sound in the phrase feeds the last line so well. Cold, brittle, but beauty too.
Very nice.
__ You've enticed my imagination into this instant senryu, an echo to your apposite haiku; sleep awakened… those squeaky, rustful hinges. _m
moonlight steps
to latch the fence gate
rusty hinge
Love the synesthesia in this haiku!
Lovely! …so wonderful how you've used synesthesia with 'the color of winter' to bring us color, sound, and for me taste as well when I envision a cold winter night.
Colour and sound… The synesthesia employed very well is interesting..enjoyed this.
Beautiful ku.
coalfield fire–
the winter morning
thickens its colour
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, Vol. 1:1, Fall-Winter 2017
Wonderful work.