Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.
It has rained enough
to turn the stubble on the field
black.
Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.
The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!
The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.
Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.
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Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.
>>>> Definitely a steller haiku!
~Madd -
"The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white. "
Love the contrast in this one...
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The last stanza is the best, it does a perfect job tieing the poem together, and it, in a way, tells the moral of the piece.
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Oh my! What a lovely collection we have here. Some very fine work indeed. All these have great imagery. My favourite is the last one. Great work!
-Charishma
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