Anagram
slipshod letters of
incomprehensible life,
arranged: fragmented
Lover
a touch for a look
while spent by lover’s brook
cymbals—best when paired
Friendship
hiss, burnt lips: common
shared junk, dutch fares: together
moving images
Imagination
on sick bed, wasted
in dreams distant, yet vivid
runs free, wind in hair
Hope
night crescent broken,
small pieces cached for weeks
like treasured toy
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
anagramloverfriendshipimaginationhope: haikus
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7 comments:
I especially loved the one on Hope!
the anagram one is poignant.. A little hazy on the thoughts though..
still searching: thank you. Another one with hope: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on your soul (anonymous)
candid confessions: It says that on arranging the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of your life, what you end up with is something that's disjointed and fragmented.
I envy you the ease with which you can write haikus. I can never do it! All my love for the language and all my thoughts just disappear when I start thinking about a haiku and start counting syllables :(
loved all of them .. you certainly do have a way with words :)
they are beautiful...
nutty and sucharita: thank you. sorry for the late reply. I had gone home.
What I got most strongly from "Friendships" was the gorgeous bond of sharing smokes. But whyyy am I harping on that so much?
PS: you me fawwwreetist poetry writer. I lowwe.
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