even this rain
tastes wildly of blossoms
falling in soft sheets
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #749 rain, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s the Isley Brothers –
IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC -Tennessee Williams
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This is wonderfully sensual — for the person who stops and lets the words fully unfold. Nicely done –!!!
Thanks, Jen. Seventeen syllables can be read so quickly, so it’s nice to write them at two speeds sometimes – quick and straight forward for some people; then with a word or two that can send other people down a slower, twistier route 🙂
Apparently, ‘twistier’ isn’t even a word… Well, it should be!
Well, if you say a “non-word” and I understood and appreciate what the “non-word” meant – then – um — technically it’s a word. Right? (She said, confusing even herself.) 😛
Really though — I like the subtle, subtle touch you’ve used here. 🙂
Well, I’m very pleased you liked it – you’ve got such a fine sense of the nuances 🙂 Though that subtle touch seems to have slipped from my grasp at the moment – I worked through loads of versions of a haiku for the Dawn prompt but couldn’t get what felt right. Pfft!
Oh dear — been there! The other day I had a great tanka in mind and had only one line that worked – with glimmers of the rest of the poem just out of reach. One of the bee haiku also. So frustrating!
But – we’re both our own harshest critics. 🙂