They Don’t See Me.

They Don’t See Me.

Winter shadows dark;

My truth is not apparent

out of the sunshine.

 

17 Responses to “They Don’t See Me.”

  1. Asha Rajan says:

    I love the sinister intrigue of this, and I think haiku is one of the hardest forms of poetry. You have to be so concise, and that juxtaposition is so hard to get right. You did it so well. The light/sunshine really does chase away the monsters!

  2. Nate says:

    Love the Jekyll and Hyde idea you describe, or maybe a wilting flower, but that interpretation might be because I know how much you hate winter.

  3. Oh, I too turn into something else in the absence of good sunlight. Dark so early. Can I go to bed now and not wake up until spring?

  4. iasoupmama says:

    Oh, man… I know how much you hate the winter. And it’s only just begun…

  5. Beautifully done. I love how poetry can fit so many feelings into just a few words.

  6. saroful says:

    I really like that you didn’t anchor “shadows” down as a noun or a verb in the first line; the poem changes meaning depending on what the reader’s assumption is about that word.

  7. Christine says:

    So melancholy; I love it. The sense of darkness layered over darkness is kind of breathtaking.

  8. Stacie says:

    This perfectly captures the way we both feel about winter!

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