for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

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dancing over car tops

down feathers and shredded blooms–

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May 8, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry, Uncategorized | , ,


  1. Dear Alebria, thank you so much for your comment. 🙂 As you might guess, my thoughts have been quiet. I have been imagining a one room house, in a field, on a summer’s day, where there is nothing but the wind in the grasses.

    Your haiku grow more and more beautiful.

    This haiku reminds me to step out of the car and, perhaps, leave it behind. The word “dancing” may not be needed. Just the contrast between the down feathers and shredded blooms are contrast enough (for me).

    Thank you so much for your kind words. There are many of your haiku I need to read.

    Comment by upinvermont | May 22, 2010 | Reply

    • Dear, dear Patrick,

      For my haiku to meld in the gentle sway of grasses as your thoughts quiet down is for me an honor as well as a confirmation that I’ve ‘stolen’ yet another ‘aha moment’ from an absolutely ‘silent’ world.

      Isn’t it baffling that we, as supposed dwellers and masters of this universe that quietly, silently births, grows, dies, and rebirths again, strive so hard to find that which should come to us as naturally as a rose buds and blooms and then, painlessly sheds its petals and dissipates its fragrance yet wait to die and be born again?

      Agony seems innate in us, isn’t it? Even our heartbeat or its dual action is called ‘agonist'(contracting) and ‘antagonist'(relaxing). Stretching the nuance of these terms, then, we seem to tread a path to bliss that is littered with globules of pain. But as we are more than our bodies and our senses, we, too, often grow wings and fly.

      Winging off that’s what we are, I guess, in a haiku or poetic moment or in a moment that has quieted down as you have described that in which you are as you wrote the above comment. Take heart, dear friend. As the lake mirrors the sky with its myriad moods, so does it reflect your spirit.

      The key to understanding this fleeting nature we perceive, I guess, is in our constant desire to find the lake serene. Or in our acceptance that we are hopelessly wandering like bedouins of the spirit who often turn into thieves of ‘aha moments.’ And haven’t we?

      Thanks so much again.


      Comment by Alegria Imperial | May 26, 2010 | Reply

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