Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Five Haikus (Magpie 66)

If my brain exposed
its inner matter revealed
would look like worn books

Roses warm my soul
Magnolia’s sweet smell smiles
But old books, scent breath

Sacrilegious dust
and master’s words never touch
in my library

Wisdom weeps on bookshelves
Orphans pleading to be picked
Know me, love me, please

So you want new ink?
Baby’s name needs company?
Word tattoos your soul.


Anonymous said...

Awesome collection - Haiku 1, 3 and 4 are my favorites of these ... however, I like them all! Magnificent tree as well!!

Helen said...

Five times amazing = stupendous!

Kristen Haskell said...

Hands down my favorite is number 4. I love Haiku :) Thanks for visiting my blog

brenda w said...

Wowza! I love them all. "Words tattoo your soul."

Anonymous said...

Loved them all! :)

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Swearing off Short lines eh? You have been caught! Henry - these are terrific. And to think, each poem is about books (yes, I know - - that is the theme) Actually they are quite brilliant!

Olivia said...

Wisdom weeps on bookshelves
Orphans pleading to be picked
Know me, love me, please..

Brilliant similes.. :)
Very well done Henry..

Hugs xox

Other Mary said...

Great! I, along with so many others, love #4.

Other Mary said...

And as for the tree - it is spooky, but I really like that about it. I'm new to your blog, so if you're tired of it go for it and make the change, but as a first timer, it makes a great impression. So, not sure how you count that as a vote, but that's what I think. :o)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Loved them all too - still want the tree!

Anna :o]

Helena said...

Now that's what I call value for syllables! First one my fave.

Tess Kincaid said...

I, too, love the scent of old books.

Lucy Westenra said...

Keep the tree! Five v.good haiku. Thanks.

Jinksy said...

Number 4 does it for me...

Jingle said...

the scent of old books are

like the taste of your long time passion of food.

beautifully done magpie.

I'm Just a Man (Recording Experiment ... I can't sing)

I am in the mood to change my tree to a cubic version.