Thursday, March 1, 2012

Journal 48: Haiku

Black and blue bruises
The pain is over bearing
each touch the pain spreads

 Smelling delightful
The scrumptious dish is revealed
It screams in your mouth

Old and wrinkled notes
Lay on the table weakly
Old notes of lovers

1 comment:

  1. So full of imagination and imagery. It really allows the reader to be brought to a new explosion to the senses with the vivid colors of the bruises, the delightful smell, the screaming in my mouth, the old wrinkled notes. I feel like I was really experiencing each elements you described in your short, yet intriguing haikus. Your haikus brought poem to a new level; a level of excitement and of aesthetically pleasing aspects that makes a literature critique applaud and makes an art critique nods his head in approval. This work of art, in my opinion, could be hung in a museum and shown to the world as an intrinsic motivation to poets all around the world as a challenge and also as a prove that a work of literature can provide a sensory orgasm to the reader.

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