Nightfall
Opening her eyes,
the owl queries the darkness,
but gets no answer.
the owl queries the darkness,
but gets no answer.
posted by Hannah at 8:29 PM
Friday, February 18, 2005
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- Name: Hannah
- Location: United States
I have worked as a nurse's aide, a daycare teacher, a nanny, and currently am employed doing all three.
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5 Comments:
Another good one, Hannah! I think you are back in the groove. :)
Look! Over there; see? Before she flies away. Hear her give a hoot.
This one evokes emotions we all can relate to. Well done.
Like all poets, Hannah speaks in layers of meaning. She is particularly gifted at this in that, at first glance, her haikus can seem simple and straightforward. But that is their public face; live close to them for a while and know the hidden depths.
I think she has found her metier.
A poem, as any work of art, requires two to make it whole: the author and the reader.
The author prepares the batter and the reader brings to it things that make it unique to him: spices, yeast, sweet or sour things, such things as he carries. In this way, it is a fresh recipe to each individual.
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