words echo art
Today
I am a butterfly
free to dance
skipping from flower to flower
basking in the sun
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Today
I am a robin
free to sing
notes float in the breeze
delighting listening ears
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Today
I am a daisy
free to smile
opening my face to the day
happy bouquet of beauty
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Today
I am a child
free to laugh
spinning in the warmth of spring
dancing with the butterflies
singing with the robins
smelling my daisy bouquet
Photography “Daisies” L. Moon 2012 © All rights reserved.
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Brad and Margaret,I have been thinking about this for a few days trnyig to figure out how I feel about it. First off I have to say that Brad, you nailed my thoughts exactly as far as the haiku is concerned. I did not intend the reader to be drawn to the baby or the sunrise, but to exactly the thoughts you described. When I read your response it kind a spooked me for a second as it was like you were in my mind when I wrote it. I never expected anyone to follow my thoughts so closely in so few words.I also appreciate your feedback Margaret, you are always so helpful in your direction. I think if I were to have done this differently it would be not to send the story along with the haiku. I just threw that paragraph down on the keys and I was not thinking about it being part of a hibun. That was a mistake on my part. As I have thought about this haiku and the variations you gave me I have to say that my original piece carries my thoughts best. Just adding the word ‘in’ in the second line somehow changes the meaning for me. I like the lines you wrote too, but to me when I think about them they don’t portray my first thoughts in exactly the same way even though I like the way your suggestions sounds I have decided to keep my original haiku. Thank you both for responding, it has given me a lot to think about and that is always good. Yeah for this site!
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Hi thebluestbutterfly aevuntdres are a great way to stretch and grow I hope you manage to take part in the project it’s also a great way to meet other bloggersDabmien I am so enjoying the different directions of this project like you say, it’s got lots of energy. When I get a moment I’ll check out your mobile initiative. Thanks for taking part
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Not bad at all fellas and gallas. Thanks.
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That’s not just the best answer. It’s the bestest answer!
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Sounds like such a delightful day to be you. 🙂
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The daisies are always so cheerful
thanks for your cheery visit
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Lovely poem. Would you mind bringing some of that spring to me in Michigan? I’m ready for the snow to vanish.
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This one carried me away to a much lighter place. Thank you, Leslie! This took a day of extreme happiness combined with heartbreak and turned it right back into exactly what it should be. A day to be thankful for.
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Lovely words. 🙂
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Very gentle, sunny poem.
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Damn, I wish I could think of soenthimg smart like that!
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Snow here today so thank you for that moment of spring :-).
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This haiku wrote itself after I took a long walk at the heghit of the autumn color show. I noticed how really raucous and joyous the trees seemed in spite of their impending hibernation a kind of dying and entering the tomb of winter where only their roots are alive. My elderly mother, weak and failing at 90, still exhibits a quiet faith in the future. Her faith, rooted in a belief in the Resurrection, burns as brightly as the golden leaves on my walk. Both my hike and my mother seem connected in an important way to the season of autumn and to the poem, Listening to Autumn. knowing about spring a0trees dress in orange and goldand laugh out loud
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That’s really shewdr! Good to see the logic set out so well.
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