Friday, September 20, 2013

Black

Amber coals waiting for them,
little hands scarred by glowering stones,
They have no escape.

The post is written for Haiku Heights and the prompt for the day is Black.
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14 comments:

  1. Siggi in Downeast MaineSeptember 20, 2013 at 3:18 PM

    Interesting take on the prompt
    Thank you
    Peace
    Siggi

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  2. LocomenteSeptember 20, 2013 at 7:56 PM

    Poignant point put across through a simple haiku...
    Nice!

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    1. asteria's canvassSeptember 25, 2013 at 1:49 PM

      thanks satya..i hope we never have to pen such thoughts.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 20, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    Poor child!! nicely written.

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  4. Sumana RoySeptember 21, 2013 at 4:41 AM

    well penned..

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  5. Jayashree SrivatsanSeptember 21, 2013 at 9:41 AM

    Very touching and sad. Lovely take

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    1. asteria's canvassSeptember 25, 2013 at 2:02 PM

      thanks jaishree, its lovely having you come back here.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2013 at 10:51 AM

    What a sad poem. Also a bit frightening and off the beaten track. Well done!

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  7. Amrit SinhaSeptember 21, 2013 at 11:34 PM

    This is something that should be highlighted on a higher level ... something that should be taken care of to ensure the future of the world.

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