Being night


*Image found HERE

Being night

Behold, ebony wings –
transfusing their hush before the
beauty of dribbling death.

I think there should be a new Haiku subcategory invented after me, called Mo’ku, a short for ‘Morbid Haiku”

Writen for Heeding Haiku With HA at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie


~ by Oloriel on April 16, 2014.

26 Responses to “Being night”

  1. πŸ˜„ That’s a great idea

  2. Ah! Beautiful. So glad you linked up today, Oloriel. πŸ™‚

  3. Moku!!!! Me like!

  4. To őto osećaő da te golica po vratu jeste kosa, ali nije tvoja, duőo moja.

    (shvatio sam da je nemoguće prevesti)
    (dobar izazov)

  5. Beautiful!

  6. Ah…a mo’ku sounds interesting…as was this haiku! Beautifully done!

  7. Perfect little morsel matched wonderfully with the image. Although I must say, the images you manage to fish out here and there are really lovely, but your own images are the best. I hope to see more of them! :0)

    • I know! Lately I have so little time to take photos + the weather is beautifully rainy, but not for my husbands camera. Mine is broken and I don’t wana break his too, especially seeing its a professional camera that costs a fortune and he needs it :/

      • Aw, you totally need another camera. You’ve got a gift with expression and I think you’re just as talented with your photos and editing as you are with your writing. Tell that husband of yours to get you a new one. πŸ˜‰

  8. Love this O x

  9. Great image and the words are perfect!

  10. Rekoh ja da si vila! Hvala ti, dobra vilo! πŸ™‚

  11. I love morbid πŸ™‚ just beautiful…

  12. Moku, yes…

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