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After the Storm

The water recedes,
With muddy land all around;
Humid is the air.

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Chris Goombi

February 18, 2009 at 11:34 PM

Nice image in this one, I know what that feels like and I don't like the humid air. -Boo

Tyler Martin

February 18, 2009 at 1:38 AM

Great imagery, the haiku reads nicely. Tyler

Carolyn Devonshire

February 16, 2009 at 9:21 AM

Raul, I live in a very humid area near the Gulf coast, so this really struck a chord for me! Very nice image! And I'm glad my work is growing on you. Sometimes, you have to read more than a couple works by a poet to understand their sentiments. Thanks for reading "Unicorn." It is among my favorites as I have suffered from nightmares all my life and have to take medication (that doesn't always work) to dispell them. Love, Carolyn

Elizabeth Neal

February 14, 2009 at 7:38 PM

Another great haiku, I don't like humid air. Love E.

Daniel Neal

February 13, 2009 at 7:01 PM

This reminds me of the flood we went through, great work Raul. DN

Michael Degenhardt

February 13, 2009 at 5:48 AM

Your words offer a certain amount of eloquence while conforming well to the rigidity of the form. As well, they speak with a clarity that provides the exact image or intent. Very well written. Michael

Tyesha Ehigiator

February 12, 2009 at 10:51 PM

I can see this so clearly, It rained for a few days and after it stopped, there were mud tracks all over the place..Very icky indeed..Nice creativity here..Great Haiku, God Bless and thank you for your kind words regarding my poetry*Tyesha

Laurie Ginn

February 12, 2009 at 8:25 PM

Okay and it sounds like a mess. I live close to a river and it is the most fun to walk the bank after the water goes down and find treasures from days gone by. Mostly old bottles. Most of mine look perfect but when you pick them up the side in the dirt is broken. Wow that could be deep, lol. Things that look beautiful until you look into what is hidden. A lucid thought at 11:31 that's amazing. Night Raul. Laurie