Chris – if you're listening – I'd love to use your poem – need your full name!
It seems so ordinary –the sun rises in a blaze of colorstars softly glow in the darkness.
Again and again,over and over.a little rain. a few tears.The soft touch of a my mother's cheek.
The veil of yesterday is drawn.We remember someor not at all.
But again and againwe love.we create.we pass.
What we see and what we hold dear in our hearts.a hazy soft cloud of a memoryof which we have no choice.
These just get better!
Today's Haiku:Veiled and peeping throughLacey stitch and gloriousHistory kept intact.
Amazing!
Just want to say – these little pieces are quite wonderful, Lyric!
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5 Comments
lyric
November 23, 2010 at 12:13 amChris – if you're listening – I'd love to use your poem – need your full name!
Chris
November 10, 2010 at 1:08 pmIt seems so ordinary –
the sun rises in a blaze of color
stars softly glow in the darkness.
Again and again,over and over.
a little rain. a few tears.
The soft touch of a my mother's cheek.
The veil of yesterday is drawn.
We remember some
or not at all.
But again and again
we love.
we create.
we pass.
What we see and what we hold dear in our hearts.
a hazy soft cloud of a memory
of which we have no choice.
acarolegrant
November 7, 2010 at 7:31 pmThese just get better!
Today's Haiku:
Veiled and peeping through
Lacey stitch and glorious
History kept intact.
geni
November 7, 2010 at 4:55 pmAmazing!
Gerrie
November 7, 2010 at 4:25 pmJust want to say – these little pieces are quite wonderful, Lyric!