marsh wren's cry
the sun ripples onto the mud

—Martin Gottlieb Cohen

This haiku is also published on serge tome's freetimes.

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About the author: 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.

Martin's e-mail address: martin1223 at comcast dot net

Martin also has a weblog.


Responses to the haiku for 14 June 2006 by Martin Gottlieb Cohen

    2006-05-04 22:49:05

    I see and feel this haiku.

    I'm not into two-line haiku, but this poet hit it. The last line is simply golden, revealing the rippling sun upon the mud. I love this image so much. The poet didn't even have to use the words "water," "ocean," "wave," or any other word that would have taken away from the sun revealing itself upon the ripples, ascending and descending upon the mud.


    2006-06-14 12:10:42

    I couldn't put it better. Thanks for the haiku Martin!

    2006-06-14 16:07:07

    You're right. That is really beautiful. I've never explored 2 line haiku. This poem makes me want to look into it.

    Jason Sanford Brown (roadrunner_haiku at cox dot net)
    2006-06-14 19:01:33

    This is remarkable Martin, I am glad to have read it.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-06-17 18:23:58

    my neighbor moans
    honeydew moonbeams flood the room