Haiku

Haiku

 

 

 

pickpocket roses

beauty adorned with measure

the length of the thorns

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/20/23

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Love the imagery of the roses with long thorns. They seemed so dangerous yet beautiful. Paring the thorn meant paring the entire picture of beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

always have to be cuts somewhere.
thank you, Divya,
j.

[DIVYA]

Most welcome, my friend.

[emmajoygreen]

Nature and love have similar properties; they bloom or fade according to care, nourishment, longevity or scarcity and sincerity. However, your fine haiku says even more than my rambling - as always, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, according to all those things...
thank you, em.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

.. did that also refer to my rambling, sir?!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love your ramblings....i was referring to what you said about nourishment, longevity, scarcity, sincerity...those things.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Smiling.. was teasing. Understood what and why you said what you had,

[William Michael Reeves]

lost are fresh gems kept
between the fabric of time
stolen by fair pain

I usually start at the bottom and read up with your poems, but the titles got my attention. So down I go, into those holes in your head!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nice poetic reply---
thanks, bill.

[Crowley]

Love in a tasty nutshell.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Crowley,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

A sweet and sour poem; the petals are a scent of love; the thorns are the awareness that love is not perfect; and so you gave us a nature poem with many meanings... enjoyed it....
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome J.
Best, B

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Erin-Cilberto. perfection of a haiku.
I love flowers. It is the heart of my room.
It is the heart of my scent to the one's I love.
----1809 Black Plague December

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Black Plague December...
j.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Welcome, Jacob-Cilberto.

[willweb]

Nature at its sharpest. A pointed write for certain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

smiling here.