Mag 29 ~ Image by Willow
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In another life
Dreams swirled with limping laughter
Rooms curled with secrets
Leafy sweet facade
Tall windows stare with sad eyes
Now steps to somewhere
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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15 comments:
This picture prompt seems to have brought out a lot of whispful thoughts and poems. I liked this and its dreams swirled with limping laughter.
Short, but nonetheless sweet...:)
this is what Annie Dillard called 'the dreaming memory'
Too many cloying responses so far, not this one.
A breath of fresh air.
"Steps to somewhere..." I like it.
Limping laugher and curly secrets. Love.
Beautifully worded!
What is it about old homes, shrouded by trees that makes us want to fill them with something of life and fullness? Love what you did, some incredible lines, this one sings,
Elizabeth
"..Dreams swirled with limping laughter.." Nice.
Somewhere has always been a magical word to me - it exudes hope, promise and potential. You've used it so well in this piece! Wonderful!
Lovely haiku!j
wonderful little verse i love your lively descriptors...nice magpie!
Lovely. well done
rooms curled with secrets....Love it!
Ohhh....wonderful!! I think this was just perfectly described!!!
Fell in love with this Haiku duo!!! Awesome!
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