morning
a fog curls
this night's lingered trinket
where turns of change to new day's sun
holds secrets
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
Haiku, Senryu, and an occasional Haibun or Cinquain
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8 comments:
A very nice poem Magyar...
bEautiful, enchanting feeling in your Haikus, I don't think I can ever write it the way you do...
I love the secrets this piece has within it. It is almost like it teases us knowing something we do not.
Well done!
I love this, Magyar. Fantastic...I can just feel that fog "curling" around me...fantastic!!!
has the lovely twists of fine tracery
john
Beautiful delicate cinquain. There's something very mystical about a fog some days...
Hopefully this is all about romantics. But I wouldn't be surprised to find a scene like this in a story about London, taking place in the 19th century. So: this poem opens its story in me. Is there a better thing to say?
Best wishes
Ralf
very nice!
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