Kurt Ravidas Poet Haiku

Forbidden Fruits

oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper

how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole

once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress

luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things

unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy hell

*** WRITER'S STATEMENT ***

All of the above is a first-person fantasy. The Freudians and champions of morality have nothing to do here. As Vladimir Nabokov said in one of his interviews: "The author in the process of work never identifies himself with the protagonist..., his character lives a free, independent life; in this life everything is predetermined, and no one can change its measured pace". 
Well said, Vladimir. Metaphysically, that goes for all of us too.

21.07.2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
Syllables Per Line:	5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5

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Kim Rodrigues August 2, 2019 at 10:25 AM The disclaimer for too many want to attach the writer to his/her writing. Sometimes we are but oft were not. Enjoyed the write. Kissing cousins are a thing when the beautiful grow up together. Kurt Ravidas August 2, 2019 at 4:10 PM Actually, this is a very old problem. As old as the reader personalizing himself as a protagonist) As for the cousins, I believe the artistic truth justifies any writer's theme.

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2019 at 1:45 PM And I see down here you didn't really have an older sister, but I got a kick out of the image. I was on the recieving end of such an escapade when after my bath, I saw a chair outdoors beneath the bathroom window that my stepbrother had taken outside to stand on. Kim Rodrigues August 2, 2019 at 10:26 AM Oh no, Andrea! I hope you blackened his peephole eye...lol Kurt Ravidas July 28, 2019 at 2:48 PM Thank you, Andrea. I wish I had a big sister like you. I bet my poetic life would have been a different thing)

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2019 at 1:42 PM wow, you went dark and deep with your poem. I love how you did your set: very original and fascinating verse.

Charles Messina July 21, 2019 at 9:24 PM I commend you, my brother Kurt...I can relate to this...Great write thst can only come only from one whose lived the same experiences that I have lived through.. sending some love brother...Charlie Kurt Ravidas July 22, 2019 at 6:12 AM Thank you, Charles. Actually, I didn't have a big sister, but that doesn't change the artistic truth of this poem. Rays of respect)