Being night

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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



26 responses to “Being night”

    1. I agree! I will see if I can expand the idea 😀

  1. Ah! Beautiful. So glad you linked up today, Oloriel. 🙂

    1. Thank you for hosting the event and giving a theme I can feel included in 🙂

    1. Thanks, feel frite to write some and show me 😀

  2. To što osećaš da te golica po vratu jeste kosa, ali nije tvoja, dušo moja.

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

    1. U ovakvim formama, original uvek caruje 🙂

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

  4. 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)

    1. 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 :/

      1. 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. 😉

  5. Great image and the words are perfect!

    1. Thank you, I am very glad you liked it 🙂

  6. Rekoh ja da si vila! Hvala ti, dobra vilo! 🙂

  7. I love morbid 🙂 just beautiful…

    1. Thank you! If you ever write a Moku, I’d love to see it 😀

    1. 😀 Glad you like it, and the idea, and if you ever write one, I’d love to see it 😀

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I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
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