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A ruddy brick.
A polished stone.
A weathered rock.
Will I ever understand
that guileless simplicity,
the straight arrow shot,
clean laser beam heat,
the clear, stark zen-ness
that is their masculine?
Isn’t there something more?
I keep searching for it.
And there just isn’t.
They are
exquisite haikus.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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lobomaoabout 18 years agosimple mystery
the single straight line and line
of man's man hood
the truth of it is
when erect, while seeming hard
it is only inflated
not really hiaku
but then again and agian
isn't that the point?
Anonymousabout 18 years agoto say it, but the following lines make this poem worth reading through.
To the poet,
Please consider condensing this piece down to simply this--
"Will I ever understand
that stark zen-ness
that is their masculine?
They are
exquisite haikus."
I don't wish to offend you, but the line "They are exquisite haikus." is pure genius. The rest of the poem is so heavy over these words that they risk getting squashed and missed when your audience stops reading too soon.
Carrie.
twelveooneabout 18 years agoI am glad you threw the magnets away. I like this - very simple, everything works together.
I like these simple lines leading to an enimatic ending.
"I keep searching for it.
And there just isn’t.
They are
exquisite haikus."
