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Monday, July 23, 2007

THREE HAIKU: Response to One Deep Breath's Prompt of 7-23-07


sheltered cove
a shakuhachi crying
high above the wind

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a man’s hands cupping
the wild bird

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early morning light
fills the empty glass

This week's prompt at One Deep Breath is "Comfort," in support of Jennifer and her family and loved ones on the death of her father on July 18th. May their memories of him be treasures they share.

If you wish to read other's comfort click on One Deep Breath above.

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

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At 6:36 AM , Anonymous Brian said...

These are very comforting. I love the last dreamku the best.

At 7:50 AM , Blogger strauss said...

Ohhh, I loved these, the first one especially, but also the image of the man cupping the bird - gentle strength of the hand.

At 8:17 AM , Blogger Clare said...

I LOVE the sweet spirit in each of your haiku -- and each one can be felt my heart.

At 9:39 AM , Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful comforting images here.

At 9:46 AM , Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

I am sure these lovely haiku will be of much comfort to Jennifer... so beautiful.

At 9:54 AM , Anonymous Quiet Paths said...

Yes, very spirit centered. I do like the last very much. Thanks for sharing your perspective.

At 9:54 AM , Blogger Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

I loved these, Roswila. The first is my personal favorite as I love the sounds made by the shakuhachi. But the last is the one that speaks of future smiles.

At 10:57 AM , Blogger Roswila said...

Thanks, Marcia, that first is actually a very old memory. I used to play the shakuhachi (a bamboo one, made in a class I took). I was in Grace's (:-D) Cove on Block Island, R.I. playing into the wind that just kept whipping the sound away. But I kept playing through that sadness, and for the first time I was able to maintain the higher octave on the flute. And the wind and the shakuhachi sang together....

At 4:00 PM , Blogger Rae Trigg said...

Beautiful. I especially like the first one, but they're all wonderful images.

At 8:19 AM , Blogger Jone said...

What images. Especially the second. A source of comfort.

At 12:41 PM , Blogger get zapped said...

Beautiful and kind. Thanks.

At 3:51 AM , Blogger jem said...

I like the last one. I'm not a spiritual person, but it has a comforting message about how nothing is ever truly empty.

At 9:38 AM , Blogger Roswila said...

Hi jem,

Yes, nothing is every truly empty; much more is always there and/or going on than we can ever comprehend.

There's another level to that image, that may sound contradictory but isn't (at least to me). The "emptier" we are, the more room we have for the many gifts life offers.

At 4:16 PM , Anonymous Ron said...

Yes...all of these are lovely. I'm glad you said something about the shakuhachi. I didn't know what that was and now it makes a lot of sense to me and is all the more beautiful.
Actually, it's beautiful without my cognitive understanding but it helps in this case.

At 8:35 PM , Blogger Roswila said...

Hi Ron,

Glad the mention of "shakuhachi" introduced you to this lovely flute. Mine is not very "professional" but still produces sweet and intriguing music.

In the first haiku class I ever took, I mentioned the shakuhachi in one of my haiku and the teacher got rather irritated with me. He thought I was simply throwing it in since it's a Japanese instrument in origin, and therefore the haiku wasn't "genuine." Jeesh, I wonder what he'd say today if he saw one of my haiku that mention a "didjeridu"? (I have several...) LOL!

At 2:02 PM , Blogger Patois said...

All three sing of comfort and hope. Very beautiful. Thank you for sharing these.

At 12:09 PM , Blogger tumblewords said...

All three were overwhelmingly beautiful. Moving, loving, hopeful.


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