tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786207835641480928.post8990180919723567049..comments2024-03-28T12:59:41.910-04:00Comments on NeverEnding Story: Butterfly Dream: Overcast Morning Haiku by Marietta Jane McGregorChen-ou Liu, 劉鎮歐http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235248170011255532noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786207835641480928.post-42935390349162452482017-08-04T00:23:40.678-04:002017-08-04T00:23:40.678-04:00Well Done Marietta!
JanWell Done Marietta!<br /><br />JanAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10891436816925432744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786207835641480928.post-42130476574473425572017-08-03T16:50:44.093-04:002017-08-03T16:50:44.093-04:00The opening line successfully establishes the mood...The opening line successfully establishes the mood of the poem and its visually and emotionally resonant juxtaposed lines 2&3 make this poem effective and highly relatable. <br /><br />It reminds me of one of my published poems on a similar topic:<br /><br />A Portrait of the Poet as an Immigrant<br /><br />Drunk on moonlight from Taipei I stand alone under the Toronto sky.<br /><br />My mind is schizophrenic, but my hand is steady as I pursue a would-be poem on this wintry night.<br /><br />my anguish<br />crumpled into a ball ,,,<br />I keep writing<br />as the wastebasket waits<br />for another throw<br /><br />Sunlight drifts through the window and settles on the worn cover of A New Practical Chinese-English Dictionary. My heart, that lonely hunter, seeks the page where the odor of words is strongest.<br /><br />every day<br />tastes a little<br />different<br />my hunger for words<br />to picture a poet<br /><br />Haibun Today, 8:3, September 2014<br /><br />Chen-ou Liu, 劉鎮歐https://www.blogger.com/profile/06235248170011255532noreply@blogger.com