Friday, June 21, 2013

Haiku by Neil Ellman

we make poetry
we dream metaphors and light
yet no one knows our names

troubled paradise--
storm clouds gather in the east
accept the swirling wind

petals from a rose
picking clovers four by four
flowers, too, feel pain

moon halts in its course
irony of hidden sun
how soft your lips
not myself at all
not that image in the glass--
I was so much more
Twice nominated for Best of the Net, as well as for the Rhysling Award from the Science Fiction Poetry Association, Neil Ellman writes from New Jersey.  He has published scores of haiku and related poems in such journals as High Coup Journal, Ten Pages Press, Haiku Journal, IndeArts, and Three Line Poetry, among others.

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