far from home...
the rustle of willow leaves
speaks my language
Olivier Schopfer
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football field...
every ant moves
with a morsel
K. Ramesh
rustling
in Goddess Kannon's heart...
the willow
Issa
trans. by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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Lovely. Curious about the goddess, Kannon. Is she also known as Kwan Yin? Forgive my spelling, if incorrect.
far from home...
the rustle of willow leaves
speaks my language
Olivier Schopfer
What a wonderful haiku, and very aural, with an emotive lead-in first line.
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football field...
every ant moves
with a morsel
K. Ramesh
The first line lets us be delightfully surprised by where the phrase leads us.
Two really wonderful haiku making me feel very spoilt in a good way.
warm regards,
Alan
Area 17 blog weblink: Alan's haiku blog
I particularly like the first haiku. I get a deep feeling connectivity between myself and the Other. I am a stranger, yet never a stranger.
Yes, indeed, Constance - here's some details, with even more names. Don
Alan:
High compliments from you ... and very appreciated.
Don
Hubert ... I think you have the first two lines of something percoalting in your note:
"I am a stranger,
yet never a stranger ..."
One more line, my friend.
Don
Alan and Hubert:
Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot to me.
appreciate all of 'em
Thanks, Daryl ... means a lot.
Don
Thanks, Don. I will enjoy digging into that info
Lovely work! :)
marion
Thanks for the comment, Marion. Best, Don
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