rising from her bed
she washes nights love away
dripping on the floor
This is a poor copy of a poet well known among us. His poetry is outstanding. I love to read his work.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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23 comments:
Am I right to sense regret? Touching haiku!
The last line left me with the sense of regret as well. Nicely done.
Beth
Though I don't know the other poet, I certainly can appreciate your haiku. Beautifully sensual words.
So glad you reposted this sensitive haiku since I missed it the fist time around. Lovely.
hope she keeps just a bit for herself...i do sense some regret in this as well...and today is a new day...
I was in a different place, until I read these other comments...... then it struck me. Agreed..... quite touching....
the night love dripping on the floor makes a haunting picture...like losing so much in a short movement...enjoyed your haiku...much said in few words
Sadness wells beneath these fragile lines.
Haunting.
Lovely words...
powerful Haiku!
wonderful Job here!
3 Wows for you..cause, methinks this the best poem I've read tonight.
thank you.
moving Haiku,
have a lovely day today.
Thank you Aida. Glad you liked it and yes it is a bit sad.
Melanie
Thanks Beth for your kind comments.
Melanie
Much thanks Mary. Glad you liked it. As I said it is a poor ghost to his poetry.
Melanie
Thanks Victoria. Glad you came back to read it.
Melanie
Life is often strange Brian and love knows no end.
Melanie
Thank you JAR. Glad you liked it.
Melanie
Thanks Claudia. She did lose much in just one movement. So glad you liked it.
Melanie
SuzyQ, much thanks for stopping by and reading my work. I do sadness very well.
Melanie
Thanks Midhini for your comments.
Melanie
tinkwelborn, thank you very much for your kind comment. Happy you enjoyed it.
Melanie
Thanks The Noiseless Cuckooclock for reading my Haiku.
Melanie
there is a quietness to this, it almost whispers.. a wonderful haiku ~
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