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on bare rose branches
hard notches pulse with secrets.
son, the leaves are out.
© 2011 Padmavani Karkera
Written in response to dverse's Form for all hosted by Gay Reiser Cannon
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Hi Padmavani
ReplyDeleteI love this and wonder if son is (son not daughter) or a typo and should be soon. It works both ways - but becomes a completely different poem if it's addressed to a child, or an expectation of spring. It moves from senryu to haiku. Interesting and beautiful.
"hard notches pulse unseen" ... Fabulous line.
ReplyDelete~Shawna (iamthat-shawna.blogspot.com)
I agree, son or sun both work...
ReplyDeleteperipherals
Fine...as always.
ReplyDeleteA lovely write on birth--very nice. Reminds me of spring--my favorite time of year.
ReplyDeleteI see this as anticipation and hope. While some see the thorns, here you are anticipating a new lease of life.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this today, I am happy to see this.
Joy always,
Susan
the magic of birth...no matter what kind..you captured it beautifully in such few words..
ReplyDeletePadmavani, I enjoyed this very much. A lovely haiki. A lovely call to a child. Well done...
ReplyDeletevery nice...complex in so little, it is a thing of beauty...
ReplyDeleteThe word 'son' for me evokes a mental image of you showing your son this plant ...an image of life and explaining how despite the hard knocks of life..the leaves come...there is always hope....There are so many layers of meaning here, it's wonderful, Padma.
ReplyDeletelove your Haiku, lovely done.
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