When every word's a
cutting word, the number of
words doesn't matter.
When every season
is winter only a fool
puts her hope in spring.
When you come after
the last one wanted, every
number's unlucky.
When you come before
desire, you learn desire comes
before everything.
18 comments:
That's how a cheatin' heart will make you feel...
Each one a gem here. MZ--especially the fourth.
def...the fourth has it...but feel the cold breeze through out...
Oh, yes! Love them all, but the fourth is a winner! Terrific as always, MZ! Hope your week is going well!
Sylvia
I love the insight of this poem... each stanza tells another great bit of knowledge of life.
This is clever and each line true and wise.
Yep, one cutting word will do. I like this haiku form. I'm going to have to play around with it.
Oh you are a clever woman! I see what you did here.
Interesting abacus here, sliding the heart-markers back and forth. I don't quite get the last stanza. Sounds right but I don't know why. - Brendan
Nice. really like the proverbial tone to each stanza. Second is my favorite. Nice job MZ. Thanks
...and a damn fine poem!!
All good but definitely the last is best.
I enjoy the challenge of haiku ... you do it well. #4 for me as well!
I like all the set...very well done MZ~
Nice build up to that final punch.
wow! LOVE these!!!
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Cutting words...we all have been sliced by them...felt winter when we wished for spring..been chosen last...and well, desire...been there...as always a great piece!
amazing, on every level!
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