Laughter Poems: 14 / 500

In January

Rating: 3.6

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Percy Dovetonsils 29 January 2005

Haiku-like. 'the wintry city creaks like an ancient wooden bridge' is spot on. The syllables somehow sound like the thing they are talking about. This must be one of his best.

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Donald Plump 21 January 2021

This is trash

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Tapan Baruah 04 January 2021

V nice poem. ' only one cell lit' heart touching, symbolic.

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Elena Tsonkova 18 September 2016

Atmospheric, vivid. Makes me peep through that trembling window and reach for the the warmth in that cafe far beyond my reach and at the same time the wind makes me shiver. Beautiful!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 September 2016

An awesome write and highly enjoyable read.

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John Tiong Chunghoo 24 September 2006

dear ted, this is the haiku to your poem: night the shimmer of the city in the river

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