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The gas logs pretend
A hearth of warmth,
While winter wind
Makes ghostly sounds
Through loosened windows.
Bamboo patio chimes
Clack in counterpoint
To the moaning gusts.
A festive pink on the horizon
Is the performance art
Of a hopeful new day.
There is a Haiku here somewhere,
But I use too many words.
In Reply to: Hareku posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 03, 2008 at 08:06:09:
HI Jim -
Happy New Year....
it's cold here in Fla., but sun is shining :-)
In Reply to: Hareku posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 03, 2008 at 08:06:09:
Jim:
How very strange.
I was listening to patio windchimes: not bamboo though :-) and the ghostly wind just a couple of days ago.
A fireplace would be nice (but I want to burn REAL fuel, forget those gas pretenders lol)
In Reply to: Hareku posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 03, 2008 at 08:06:09:
Hi Jim,
Yes, but it is short and sweet! Thanks for the beautiful words.
Best wishes,
Jan
In Reply to: Hareku posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 03, 2008 at 08:06:09:
Words crafted as jewels
shine diamond-like in mind’s eye
Jim Gem struck again
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Yes, Wordmaster, you sure know how to leave an impression in the old noggin':-)
(Hee, hee, I almost made a Haiku up there)
In Reply to: Re: Hareku posted by Jayne [10093.4381] on January 03, 2008 at 09:38:14:
Happy New Year, Jayne!
Here the sky is pewter, and rain is on the way...often a spiritual
experience for desert dwellers.
In Reply to: Re: Hareku posted by lissa [708.8] on January 03, 2008 at 11:35:13:
At this stage of the game, lissa, any heat in the hearth is welcome.
In Reply to: Re: Hareku posted by Jan DeCourtney, CMT (Happygal) [668.4381] on January 03, 2008 at 20:40:31:
Thanks for the coments...and the Newsletter.
In Reply to: Re: Hareku posted by PhillyLady [1262.3153] on January 03, 2008 at 21:42:00:
...you made a perfect 5-7-5 Haiku! Impressive.
Expressing nature in traditional form is a tribute to humanity's ability
to organize matter, soul, and spirit in a clever, defined way. I don't
know though, some mornings, nature seems to overflow the bounds of
syllable and meter. Or maybe that's just another way of saying that
some mornings I'm too lazy to organize much of anything.
In Reply to: lissa posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 04, 2008 at 06:12:35:
True.
I can remember our family running out of gas when I was a kid and not being able to have any delivered.
And the propane stove was the only heat we had available, it wasn't fun having to stay in and sleep in the kitchen until the gas was delivered...
In Reply to: Jayne posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 04, 2008 at 06:10:06:
Hi Jim:
A couple of years ago my mom's neighbor apologized for all the rain she brought on us.
Said she did a rain dance, but doesn't know how to stop it.
lol.
The weather here just can't really make a decision. Warm and/or rainy or cold and/or icy rain or snow from day to day.
In Reply to: Hareku posted by Jim H. [5199.4418] on January 03, 2008 at 08:06:09:
Festive pink on the horizon:
performance art of a hopeful new day
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