Nishant, I just want to share that I wrote 10 haikus for my husband's last birthday. They were delivered via text message once every hour. I was working and could only send the prepared haikus. No other communication happened between us for hours. He loved the unique gift with references to him and our 30-plus year relationship in the messages.
Oh that is so lovely! I love haiku from both sides - they are easy to write but also easily profound, and they are such great food for thought. Just a play of words can do so much!
Some people find the flow of haiku writing to be difficult. I've been lucky in my ability to "go with the flow" and roll out haikus fairly quickly. Small, meaningful words . . . a heart to heart connection . . . all perfectly placed. The joy is immense. Thanks for the inspirational tangent of my day. Back to work.
Nishant, I just want to share that I wrote 10 haikus for my husband's last birthday. They were delivered via text message once every hour. I was working and could only send the prepared haikus. No other communication happened between us for hours. He loved the unique gift with references to him and our 30-plus year relationship in the messages.
Oh that is so lovely! I love haiku from both sides - they are easy to write but also easily profound, and they are such great food for thought. Just a play of words can do so much!
Some people find the flow of haiku writing to be difficult. I've been lucky in my ability to "go with the flow" and roll out haikus fairly quickly. Small, meaningful words . . . a heart to heart connection . . . all perfectly placed. The joy is immense. Thanks for the inspirational tangent of my day. Back to work.
('Florist', 4th row)
With tiny fingers
he arranges little blooms.
A gift of beauty.
(5th row, right most)
A gift of beauty
This little girl I call mine
My joy, my sparkle
(3rd row, single girl in the middle)
My joy, my sparkle
Sun shines on the ocean crests
Tears lie safe below
[ ? Person next to dog walkers, bottom row]
In the shadows. Still
I find hope in what's ahead,
Only if I start.
'Click'
Focus. Point and press.
Street scenes captured, not noticed.
In the shadows. Still
{ Waiting for Coffee, bottom center }
Mobility sights
I know who missed a belt loop
But I'll never tell
(Start a haiku chain ....)
But I’ll never tell
Artists only know the truth
But let’s take a guess
(bottom right...the puppy...first line from the last of yours)
Dark eyes glittering
Body alert for the chase
of a grey squirrel
Of a grey squirrel,
was dancing near a tree,
clumsy yet free.
[Car Free Day on Main St., second row from bottom, second image from right]
searching together
with divided attention
anchored by our touch
{waiting for coffee - second row 1st picture}
“So... how have you been?”
The question he longed to ask,
When past lovers meet.
If only I start
With something sweet and profound
Will my day be bright
(Second row third over)
(Oreo cookie monster, 2nd row)
Dark eyes glittering
Her teeth sank into the sweet
Happiness is here
16 Sept second row far left
Her heart left broken
She learns to love herself
Flowers to mend it
[ Last in 4th row, person with stroller. Sorry for breaking the rules. ]
Savoring nap time.
Warm drink, gentle breeze, calm breath . . .
The next wave comes soon.
Second row, middle, daughter:
Why do they do this?
I just want to play outside.
Grown-ups drive me nuts.
car free bottom row, second, woman w purse walking sedately
Me: a bouncing ball
Sensible shoes on the ground
Which is the real one.
Last row, far right
She sniffs, pees. Repeat.
The same bush is always new.
It's a dog's sweet life
Couple:
See the merganser
He is looking for his mate
During migration
(Son/Mom)
In a warm embrace,
Guiding through life's vast unknown,
Two hearts find their way.