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Monday, May 24, 2010

__Those that know a little of me, know how enamored I am, by those things left behind; found in my imagination are the stains of the sweat and blood that graced the toil of these people... unknown. __Stonewalls, abandoned foundations, crumbled barns... all, monuments to their builders. _m


stonewalls
these lines of once...
a dove coos

12 comments:

Marcel Peltier said...

+

walls of stones
in Luberon

and these alignments of crosses
converging
towards hanged man's tower

+

old pajamas said...

Magyar,

Wonderful! 'these lines of once...' brilliant. I thank you.....pajamas

TALON said...

I know how you feel about the remnants of lives gone by. I love this haiku - the line about the dove cooing just puts a crumbled building in my mind with a pair of doves nesting in the corner of an old joist with a glimpse of sky.

John McDonald said...

well done M
john

joo said...

I love this one, Magyar!

fourwindshaiga said...

This is one of my favorites!

fourwindshaiga said...

This is one of my favorites!

Timoteo said...

I love all such remnants of the past. Ghost towns. Museums. Time's mark upon our ever changing existence.

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

lovely and so sentimental. I love this.


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Magyar said...

I thank you all!
__Nice to see you "T" ! _m

Janice Thomson said...

Excellent Magyar. There is a pair of doves on the rooftop of the house I'm restoring: 'these lines of once...'

T.Migratorius said...

Wow!