Haiku Seasons of One Samurai Warrior

By Art of the Diver

Sun, 20 Oct 2013
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Spring buds forming

Fragrances borne only by rain

I see life’s reason…

 

Cool breezes caress

Hazy summer days together

I see my friends…

 

Mornings by the sea

In tides constant rise and fall

I see my lover…

 

Angry clouds form

Cold hail thrown at my path

I see my enemy…

 

Cold snow purity

To honor a fool’s head

Red icicles melt

 

* Original Haiku by Pearldiver *

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Certificate 12
Other
Historical Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Rather like the 'red icicles', Rob...and the rest of the poem, of coursesmiley!

Tina

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Tina, thanks for that... yes winter battles were common with the samurai... of course the red icicles represent the act of beheading of the guys on the losing side... cheers for taking the time to read my work... take care... Rob

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for explaining, Rob.  And by the way, it was a pleasure;-)

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Cheers Tina...  yes

Submitted by scratch on

Tina picked out my favourite one too.

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Cheers scratch... thanks for taking the time to read and choose  yes