Wednesday, April 20, 2005

2 Haiku

Sharp, bare tree branches
Ascend the gold sunset sky,
Splintered silhouettes.

Her chin rests on soft
Hands at the window sill. How
Pale her reflection.

© B. Jason Reardon
3/25/99

2 comments:

Jason said...

Please! There is no fighting in the war room!

John Doom said...

I have learned that haiku are often about the change of seasons, and generally nature related. I had done some meditating on this topic to find the perfect haiku.
I began a drinking binge to understand the relationships of nature and came up with the perfect haiku. Unfortunately, I forgot it when I threw up.