Thursday, October 14, 2010

Tired Monk Blue Star Haiku

stars blaze above
cosmic hot white
light years of colour

fall cold soaks shoulders
hands shiver on icy scope
constellations shake

sun slips over the horizon
early morning light
fade these blue stars

colour free black sky
just white stars
doubled on lake water

11 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem.........you paint it so well, I can see it and feel it.

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  2. Ahh, all in this glorious universe. You're like a painter.

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  3. Visual indeed...enjoyed reading this piece.

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  4. Beautiful poem ,a visual treat!

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  5. I love this; it is so beautiful! A rich
    visual feast~ Lovely!

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  6. Old ollie,
    You are an artist with your words. They evoke a splendid image.

    Best Sunday wishes,
    Eileen

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  7. I saw Ryokan with his cane on the hill top. He said these Haikus reminded him of home. He also said he'd been down to the legion for 3 pitchers of Ex and his work boots were covered in cow shit. Good stuff OO.

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  8. blaze, soaks, slips..

    very fine tuned words.

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  10. Your style is so crisp and concise with great imagery. Really enjoying your blog.

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