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Click hereYour hands over my eyes
Closing them amidst two kisses
Mournful and vacant
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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I almost asked for reader’s or the poet’s help; I got desperate. Let me explain.
Concise and complex you can’t expect anything else from the tightest form of poetry. It slows you down. Fine, I was appropriately slowed down, then almost ground to a stand still. That was mostly due to the challenge of the third line:”Mournful and vacant”. How could her eyes (or even the kisses or the fingers) be BOTH mournful and vacant? Isn’t it a contradiction? I moved away for a short period of simmering. It helped, but not so much through analyzing, but through visualizing - Ha! I said (internally), it’s the appearance vs. the internal feeling. Closing the eyes comes as a desperate measure to postpone recognizing the eminence of lost intimacy.
Yes, the tightness of haiku (or Haiku like forms) imitates life in that it condenses to a second of reading bundles of feelings or fleeting observations, almost like in real time. We can then untangle them on our own time…
BTW, I hope you had the option since to write many Haiku's of newly found love (the closest I could come to happiness).