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Monday, February 24, 2014

For Devika; her most recent post. 

in this now
tomorrow's memories
grapes ripen 

14 comments:

Moonie said...

I love haiku it can really take your mind (the un-frozen parts) on a merry chase.
This one has me tangled up in gnarled vines.
Have a warm week Magyar :)

Poet Laundry said...

True...love this.

Frank... said...

Love the internal comparison in your haiku, Magyar. Great stuff!...

Gillena Cox said...

absolutely luv the tug in between time frames


much love...

Margie said...

I remember Devika, she writes beautifully ...

The haiku you have written here is lovely.

Lorraine Renaud said...

now and tomorrow always are in tandem where we begin where we end, well I wouldn't mind dancing on grapes :) love this Doug

John Mcdonald said...

enjoyable reading as usual M
john

Danièle Duteil said...

Yes ! Tasty memories.

rebba said...

now is the tomorrow of yesterday i realize...a yesterday's yesterday that was the tomorrow of a today that was...a now...now...
now is...will be...tomorrow...for ever more...now now...

Magyar said...

Tomorrows wine, "Moonie!"

Jennifer... ahh the truisms of today!

Gillena, the "Tug of Time;" lovit!

Margie, be sure and collect all that time with Rose!

LL... yesterday, today, tomorrow
walk hand in hand.

Daniele, the taste of today lingers some, in the flavor of tomorrow.

Frank... time wispers in each ear,
comparison is that point, where the wispers collide.

John, as you lay a stone, on a stone, on stones, we both lay... a word, on a word, on words; words, our metaphor of "thought."

I greatfully thank you all, my friends!

Magyar said...

Rebba!
__You were commenting at the SAME time, as was I! Then / now / was / is / tomorrow / moments ago.
__tnx/ _m

rebba said...

words perhaps are...are the histories of time immemorial...that remain...

rebba said...

co instances happen...but they are connected...in thought...with thought...

Janice said...

And so the cycles of birth and death continue - the past giving way to the new yet how we cling to the past sometimes...