(no subject)
Sewing book covers
my hand is stiffened by cold
so sharp the needle!
Rising with the sun
frosted ground cracks beneath me
how perfect the world!
Early morning sun
the sun hides her gentle face
nothing is solid.
Under bare branches
daffodil bulbs push skywards
my heart opens too.
And this was my response:
The Silver thimble
Attached in cold, firm grip .
The point matters not.
The full moon appears
Her many eyes glisten, tear.
Mourning her lover
The green willow bough
Covers it's fragile children
Protection from harm.
There are reasons as to why I chose to use 3-haikus against four, but I'll leave you to interpret that. Also, instinctively, the Moon has always been female to me (You can blame my first and probably most poignant e-love for that. She knows who she is, though she's incredibly unlikely to read this.)
Hope you enjoy the poems.
-D x
my hand is stiffened by cold
so sharp the needle!
Rising with the sun
frosted ground cracks beneath me
how perfect the world!
Early morning sun
the sun hides her gentle face
nothing is solid.
Under bare branches
daffodil bulbs push skywards
my heart opens too.
And this was my response:
The Silver thimble
Attached in cold, firm grip .
The point matters not.
The full moon appears
Her many eyes glisten, tear.
Mourning her lover
The green willow bough
Covers it's fragile children
Protection from harm.
There are reasons as to why I chose to use 3-haikus against four, but I'll leave you to interpret that. Also, instinctively, the Moon has always been female to me (You can blame my first and probably most poignant e-love for that. She knows who she is, though she's incredibly unlikely to read this.)
Hope you enjoy the poems.
-D x