In a style that can only be Gibran:
Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it, and look, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it, there was nothing but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.
I am inspired:
lesson in the mist
fledgling wings in key of “C”
nature’s psalms
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Carpe Diem shares this wonderful reflection by Kahlil Gibran
We are prompted to write about Mist.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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BRAVO!!!! WELL-DONE!!!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LEARN FROM THE MASTERS—-moondustwriter HAS!!!!
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Thanks Jonathan. I keep on keeping on with this poetry thang 🙂
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You sure gettin’ into that Swang!!!!
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A well crafted verse.
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“Fledgling wings in key of C…” What a beautiful line. Mirrors the disappearing mist and the song of Gibran. I simply adored this, Moon. Thanks for commenting at my site! Amy
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Fledglings seems to have their own song as they first fly – dont they? Thanks Amy
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How nice, it seemed like magic.
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Beautiful!
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beautifully done
and a bit mysterious
would a sandpiper’s palm be in key of sea
cheers
JzB
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psalm
not palm
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Indeed. I always love it when people catch or add subtleties 🙂
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Your words are haunting and have much depth. Just discovered your blog. I’ll be back. 😉
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Beautifully done!
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The flutes of birds, piccolo of crickets and the tympani of thunder and all else 🙂
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Gibran’s verse is almost like a psalm you touched it in its essence Leslie … thank you for your effort to write and share haiku on CDHK
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