Reactive Haiku 3

by mudrhetoric

The sound of pine winds
and their color are one
the valley river
water falling green
Teika

I have these swirling thoughts. I often conflate moments and memories. All the names look the same to me. Was it Bly on Lorca? Saying Americans didn’t know how to write green. Was that what was left in the air? To see the color green, to end the sentence in green, to understand green qua green. The verse must remain sparse to allow the pregnancy of meaning, as a halo it emanates.

the florescent green hued hummed
humming as it glowed
glowing as it pulsated
pulsating palipitating green the florescent
KRD

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