| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/13/07 at 06:35 PM Charming especially in its last word surprise, the formal, repeated, familiar call (as if to prayer?) in the open air, as the congregation's night "shutter"s begin to open in response. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/13/07 at 07:14 PM Hi Kristina,
Interesting. Yeah, rooters sure will wake ya up in the mornings. Fresh eggs, yum. I get fresh brown eggs. So good. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/13/07 at 08:16 PM ...kristina, gooood ku...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/14/07 at 09:03 AM I love that last line. It juxtaposed my thought process on where this was going and then, BAM, that dang minaret. Fantastic ku Kristina! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/14/07 at 01:08 PM Delightful haiku! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/17/07 at 07:22 PM ooops, that's roosters. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/17/07 at 07:22 PM Yes, it is a delight. |
