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Monday, July 13, 2009

striking while the pen is dipped

Hands reaching a breeze

Instead brush the tender scar

Deer chew cuds, eyes closed.

In hommage to the fawns I've yet to see on the walking trail. . .and my first attempt at Haiku. I'm stepping out on a limb here but will keep working at it. Likewise, this hydrangea reminded me that I'm always in transition some way or another.
Happy Monday, my bloggy friends!

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4 comments:

RuneE said...

Im not one to judge Haiku, but the photo was great!

Daryl said...

You did great .. I just cant seem to get the rhythm .. its the math thing.. I know .. simple but I am truly dim

Donna said...

To You too sweetie! Beautiful photo!!hughugs

Tom said...

I'm not the worlds biggest fan of Haiku... I know I like your words.. and the picture is very nice.... I have not seen a mixed colour like this before..

Tom
My posts at the moment show: Sam the Roofer and a Moorland Picture and Poem