You rarely write about sound. You explain there are two types of pain. You wonder if there are any other stories left in you.
cool after the rain…
mosquito larvae twist
in on themselves
You rarely write about sound. You explain there are two types of pain. You wonder if there are any other stories left in you.
cool after the rain…
mosquito larvae twist
in on themselves
Maybe we rarely write about sound because we have stopped hearing.
There’s probably a lot of truth to that.
Maybe we rarely write about sound because we have never stopped hearing; sound being ever-present, it doesn’t occur to us to trap it in a moment. There is no sound of bat on ball – a brief concert that solves, dissolves, resolves into all.
I like the image:
“mosquito larvae twist
in on themselves”
We often read the same image, over and over, in haiku.
It’s nice to see something new and original in a poem.
I’ve been trying hard to find something new and fresh, though I’ve definitely caught myself sliding into some old habits here and there.
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