Evening darkens. Hunched
On a withered bough, a crow.
Autumn in the air.
It amazes me how in thirteen words, everything that needs saying is, simply, said. As a young and inexperienced writer, it seems difficult to stop at a specific point, and it seems impossible to put the content into words that fit a specific pattern. This poem contains images that don't need an explanation of colors or textures. All is embodied in the chosen words. The words and lines work together as a team to create one magnificent piece. After reading this I am left with an image of a wooded skyline with a hint of red lingering in the blackness, and a bird resting on a ceder branch surrounded by hundreds of other tree's orange leaves.
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One of my favorite poems is a Haiku, it was written by an unknown author. They can be really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'll admit, this isn't bad. Especially the first two lines; the third felt a little off to me, I don't know why. I am enthralled by people who can say so much in so few lines, so in that sense, Haiku's a pretty awesome, but sometimes I'm *more* enthralled by someone who can keep my attention for several lines.
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