_During each of these summer weeks, Kathy and I spend 4 or 5 days at our pond, and there the wireless links are weak and momentary, at best... but I try.
_From Emma's blog, the word -midden- reminded me of a scribbling of mine from a few years back.
flowers
rise from this midden
soft rain
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
19 comments:
Beautiful, Magyar :)
people normally see only the junk!
wishes,
devika
midden- such a cute little word, i had to look it up, thanks! :)
that's the thing about beauty, it is to be found in unlikeliest of places and so does hope.
there is a particular flower in india, its a very opaque lilac bell-shaped flower and it grows on the edges of marshes around middens... i often see it when i am travelling by train as the train passes through the countryside and shanty towns which often come up near railway tracks... its indian name is 'besharm' which translated means, shameless. :)
thanks for coming by my blog, hope you come more often. :)
Magyar, an addon message to Gulnaz'
Gulnaz it isn't what you call the Indian name...its the Hindi name...and in Malayalam its called Velipoovu...which when translated means boundary's flower...because we have it normally as a plant to build a natural boundary....and it spreads quite rampantly (that justifies the besharam name, i read somewhere :)
The plant is an original tropical American...and called the Bush Morning Glory...Magyar you might know it! :)
just thought of sharing..Flora is a subjet of my interest :)
wishes,
devika
good one M
john
a lovely haiku... word perfect
so soft and refreshing...
exquisite! thank you, dear magyar.
I love it when something beautiful rises out of something not-so-pleasant. How true of life. :) Wonderful.
Kristin
I had to look it up as well.
Reminded me of early summer camp this year at Ertebølle Camp. The area is famous for its midden from our stoneage.
Uprooting the flowers
digging through the midden
after past culture
_Pete Seeger wrote the song "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" that was sung my many; a deep, yet soft look at the circle of life. Perhaps some of you would like to search that song... and listen or read his words.
_I truly thank you all for your visits. _m
Like the lotus rising from the mud, serene and beautiful. Love this Magyar.
Yes, now the time of the year is coming in which life takes its energy from those which have'nt survived. Well oberved, wonderfull sound in this tripple-f.
Bestn wishes
Ralf
redundant i know but i find this a testament to overcoming and how that spirit is encouraged to go further ...
Yes, I read that midden also, interesting!
after a soft rain
some fresh toadstools --
frisky forest!
A beautiful haiku Magyar...
Ps.
http://juhanitikkanen.blogspot.com/2009/08/emma-dalloway-australiasta-kirjoittaa.html
A great, richly layered moment.
Beautiful. Very soft and full of love. I like this.
Hello - I came over from "Words Flow and Stuff L" blog. I must say - I love the word "midden", we use it a lot around my house.
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