This is for Eliot’s November challenge.
Polished pearl morning
This morning,
draped with silver frost,
spreads silence—
winter grass
glitters polished pearl, and birds
flit through cold shadows.
Shadorma November: Day Twenty
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This is for Eliot’s November challenge.
Polished pearl morning
This morning,
draped with silver frost,
spreads silence—
winter grass
glitters polished pearl, and birds
flit through cold shadows.
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A brief, but pretty picture – both scene and poem.
Thanks Ken 🙂
I like those silent silver mornings.
Me too 🙂
🙂
Perfect. Jane, I LOVE YOU.
You love short poems? I do too, when they come out right 🙂
Yes, simple and effective.
Which is why I really dislike the ‘smart’ little throw-away lines that pass for haiku. They’re not. Haiku is precise and difficult, and it isn’t a shampoo advert.
You’re spot-on.
I remember one which won the first price on the world haiku competition. Now I know the Serbian version, and haiku is pretty untranslatable. Anyhow, hope you get the picture. It goes sth like-
After the rain/storm
A boy wipes the sky
Off the table.
Isn’t is perfect? Just like Miro’s paintings. You think a child could easily do them, which of course isn’t true. If it were, we would all be poets and painters.
That is a perfect haiku, seems to me. Nothing ‘smart’ or glib abut it, and no references to hair shampoo 🙂
Another lovely awakening. (K)
It’s certainly beautiful.
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