Sparkling in the sun
Breezes across still waters
Flowing wisps of hair.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2021 02:31
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Good write and pic M. Just enough Berles in it.
Thanks O - Cob Berles is in trouble with Sylla for talking rubbish.
A 5-7-5 eh Michael? A good one.
Love the artwork.
Andy
Yes the 575 format - I hesitate to call this form a haiku or a senryu as purists will say it doesn't follow the rules or even that it is a cross between the two. But who cares? It's simply a form I love in which you can get ideas and thoughts eloquently in three short succint statements. I don't care for 575s where the three lines run into each other - I do prefer them to be three seperate staements in their own right but which follow a theme in logical sequence. Not always as easy to write as it at first seems.
pleased you like the artwork - this was another experiment in that I used rough cold pressed watercolour paper. I think I do prefer hot pressed for this kind of work but need to order some more .
What you've seen the sun! Can you send it down south when you are done...
Great art work as ever my friend!
Gee thanks Dan - appreciate your calling by.
when I marry the imagery of your words to your artwork:
I sense the Sun shining from East to West highlighting your chosen focus
capturing vividly effervescent: one of life's nuggets of subtle brilliance,
within that sunbeam
dance 'wisps' of 'her' unruly hair, serenading your eyes with their vivacious musicality of all-things gaiety, in the now cherished: so meaningfully dearly...
sorry Michael, I got all tangled-up in my own interpretation, lol
still, what a beautiful offering you've chosen to brighten this dreary start to a new year with my friend,
Brilliant!
Well I love your tangle - thanks for your oh so encouraging response.
contented alone
he sat upon the throne
thunder resounded
An "ME-enry-oo" .
Contented alone
he sat on the throne
thunder resounded
he sat there astounded
at what he'd created
until it abated.
A joint creation. Might even post it?
That tale related
was jointly created
egos inflated
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A phrase and a fragment straightforward language uncomplicated images
a mention of nature. That's a Haiku pal and a good one.
It's whatever you want to call it - thanks Jerry.
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