Treasure Island

Kelvin Owusu

(15-10-1988 / Ghana)

Haiku (Murder)


Abundance of fear
a murder of crows gather
scatter shadows bare

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013

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  • Nader Baheri (4/4/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    abundance of fear is the result of murder or murder is the result of fear..! !
    nice Haiku~nb (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (4/4/2013 2:18:00 AM)

    hmmm.I see the murder of the crows.Symbolic perhaps
    Scatter shadows bare? Bare shadows...shadows always are a bare resemblance to the light.
    Scatter ... light can only scatter shadows.
    So we have fear then murder now light that sheds light in dark places for us to see scattering the shadows and fear and truth is revealed. (Report) Reply

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