Burn it in the cold
28 July 2015
The night died today
Wasted in rise of morning
As the raven sighs
Grass scorched in the sun
Breathes off night’s delicate touch
As it lights and churns
The nightingales weep
For pallor of their slight wings
Shine not through morrows
Take this wheezing chest
And while it shivers and throbs
Burn it in the cold
Again, beautiful 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 . I really appreciate all your comments, especially as many people – even those quite close to me – tell me they have difficulty understanding my poems although most like them. I forgot to add although I did it on my Facebook poem page that in all the Haïkus I write, the last word of each line in a stanza makes up a thought or even a sentence. It is rather easy to compose the sentences or meaning conveyed 🙂
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How long have you been composing haiku and tanka poems? At the same time, I already partially said this in a comment to another of your poems: getting to know your symbolism (for symbols are interpreted differently from one person to another) helps me to get to know you better. For that reason, I hope it does not offend you if I ask for explanations from time to time, I mean it as no offense 🙂
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Although I had always liked the art, I think my first trials at writing Haiku and Tanka started back in January 2014.
When I read your comment again I was thinking that perhaps it is because there is always a bit of the actual personal life that seeps into the poems aside from the spiritual research. As far as symbols go, I have actually found that even for me they might mean one thing once and a totally different thing altogether depending on the mood of the moment or the circumstances of life experienced. A typical example would be the moon 🙂
And no, I am not offended, far from that. I always appreciated interaction with others whether intellectual, spiritual or emotional.
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