Winter Winds


An absence of birds
Breath a sharp edge of silence
With the taint of bleach

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 22, 2013, in Haiku, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. inetersting twist with the last line, Ben. From the birds you took my mind to this super unnatural Hollywood smiles. Hmm. I’m sorry if that was not your intention, that is just my imagination .. 🙂
    groetjes, Francina

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  2. It sounds desolate and erased. Yet it has a dark feel.

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  3. It’s amazing how complete the silence is without birds! Sharp smell of cold air!

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  4. Winter without birds? Where?

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