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There we sat silent Minds oscillating freely Once all had been said We hear the clock tick Cutting through the heavy air Louder than our thoughts He knew the words well He had said it all before Rehearsed in his head Softly she mutters To no one particular Private spoken thoughts A million stories The observer holds inside Forever dormant |
I still think of this as a death scene, but thank you for widening my eyes to a second interpretations of this piece. I really does make me think of Alistar. I do like the Haiku format even if i am not able to write in it well my self, I must say that in this case it lends itself to the symbolizism of the piece quite well. And behold the woman died, as the priest sat and stared. Memory is a terrible thing to waste. Thanks for Posting. Yours Truly, Argos | Posted on 2006-04-22 00:00:00 | by Aruemos | [ Reply to This ] | This was indeed very good. A nice collection of well worded haikus. You kept the syllable cunt rule and you connected them all so well. I really enyjoed reading this very much. | Maggie | Posted on 2006-04-22 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ] | Nicely written, with a serious scense of serenity flowing through. I must say haiku is a pretty damn difficult form to write in, but you pulled it off with flying colors, congrats. | At first sight of the description I thought it would be just a collection of haiku's, but they're more connected then they appear to be. Each haiku is just... so peaceful, and seem to be continuos like they tell a story. Though, my house is far from quite, while reading each one everything seemed quite. Everyone of them had this effect on me... very well done. Spread your words like fire... Sincerely yours with a bloody kiss, Naymless. | Posted on 2006-04-22 00:00:00 | by Naymless | [ Reply to This ] | |