Haiku, Senryu, and an occasional Haibun or Cinquain
a beautiful sight, too
I like the word 'weeping'. Nice one, Magyar...
your images of weeping in the willow and endings in dandelion; takes me back to our choir singing at a funeral mass today; much love...
I can see it, such a beautiful picture :)
I like dandelions - they're spunky :)
Thanks my friends!Wednesday past, within the rain. __Walking across a local parking lot, there stood a three blossom dandelion in this crack, a fault in the tarmac. Nature saying: "Ok folks, I'll take over now."__At some time, I think, we've all seen this... in the most small spots, a life may begin. _m
Very well observed and deep metaphoric.I like it!Best wishesRudi
My grandfather loved what he called buttercups-- delicate pale pink flowers with lots of yellow pollen inside. He was frustrated by the fact that he could not grow them in his garden. They only grow by railroad tracks, and in cracks in the pavement of deserted roads. Thanks for the nice memory!!!
Thanks for your comment on my post. I get tired of having to tiptoe around acquaintances who are of a different political persuasion, for fear of getting shot. Sometimes, though, I just cannot help myself.
simply stunning :)keep it goin;)
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