nerk
Literotica Guru
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a path that leads me
down below your hearts center
my breath stirs your fire
for some reason, this brings out the big bad wolf in me
oh ok
now i see
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a path that leads me
down below your hearts center
my breath stirs your fire
really nice juxtapositioning, nerk
i don't like the word 'up' in there, though. for me it's padding where you don't need any. it works better without. imo
makes me want to tinker and that's a bit rude of me, uninvited - oh hell, here's what i'm 'seeing' (please forgive my messing it about)
earth so dry
rain puddles on the/its surface
a lonely woman's smile
again, you've managed to imbue this with something that feels asian, or oriental
we were once as sure
as swallows catching sunlight
over the water
for some reason, this brings out the big bad wolf in me
oh ok
now i see
oh! bravo!!!
on a telephone
line all day, birds waiting for
the Verizon man
Holy moley, jthserra is a prolific writer!
Here is his treatise on haiku and another specifically on erotic haiku.
I recommend his work-- he is a thorough student and a gifted writer.
now that's what i call helpful! well found, dog
aha, this reminded me of one i wrote in 2006 or seven...
phone wires black with birds shooting the breeze,
ruffling feathers
there's something very poemy-inspiring about telephone wires strung with birds
Very cool, corndog. The debate rages on (mostly between my ears) as to whether or not these are actually haiku or not. This is definitely fuel to the fire, in the very best way.
You're welcome. I don't know if jthserra is around any longer, but he was always willing to offer advice when he was. As you have no doubt discovered, this place is loaded with talent and passion. You, yourself, seem dedicated to your craft!
after rain, each tree
must be marked again, Master
holds the leash and sighs
'good god !'
...from the mute
the blood,
still runs
weak
in you...
morbid angles;
whiff...