Sara Etgen-Baker
Member-at-Large
I. Blankness
empty page awaits—
a silent, hungry canvas
first word breaks the dawn.
II. Alchemy
black ink spills like night
across the field of pure white—
stars bloom into tales.
III. Echo
letters fade to ghosts
on brittle, yellowed paper…
new eyes give them breath.
And isn’t it wonderful when the “first word breaks the dawn”? Sara, you have beautifully portrayed the birth, life and legacy of a poem.
Really nice classic haiku! I like the progression in metaphors and similes- from the idea, to the creation, to the re-reading.
This series of haiku poems reflects on the power of writing. I love the “silent hungry canvas” just waiting to be filled, and the way in which a new reader can bring life to something written long ago. Short and lovely!