white wings settling
among red leaves branches sway
blossoms become birds
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- Harlequin
- Education, Nomad, Canada
- black and white and read all over.... a nun tumbling down the stairs, a chessboard wrapped around a body, a mime, a muse, a fool most of all..... a perpetual beginner amazed and puzzled curious and captured tormented and calm trusting expression trusting carnal knowledge hopeful about craft learning to yield
a strikingly lovely painting of Japaneses Egrets on a card catches my eye and i buy it knowing it is the kind of card i delight in sending to my son; i write this haiku because i could not look at the image and not feel this uncanny shifting in perspective; i send the card and the poem to my son for many reasons, but one being that he continually encourages me to dwell in poetic expression. i am more grateful than i can say for the gifts that such dwelling bestows, and, of course, for the gift of my son.
ReplyDelete"blossoms become birds"
ReplyDeleteand fly across your words
lovely
Pisces-- i wish you could have seen the image....it was lovely; thanks for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteyour blog brings a peaceful settling.
ReplyDeletepunch-- well, thanks for that nice sentiment. much appreciated.
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