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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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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