__I'm not above re-posting, in particular if they are as important to me as is this... wondering. This, my first blog post.
__Once, a few years back in Winchester CT., I followed a stone wall through the woods, and it led me to this site. I've wondered since... about the people of the cabin and the teacup; I wonder still.
snow fills
this cabins shattered bones
a broken teacup
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
13 comments:
Wow, Magyar...your last few have been amazing. Love those moments that leave us asking questions...and with nothing left to do but write a haiku. :) Wonderful as always!
I think I remember reading about a broken teacup here, Magyar...but forgot the lines, though,
As Kristin says, an introduction to haiku got me really looking at life more perceptively :)
wishes,
devika
lovely evocation M
john
ancient made anew and pure by fresh snow...there is such a beautiful, mournful image in my mind...I love this my magical _m
So much told by a tea cup thanks
Hello Magyar
As the snow is falling outside my window in southern Maine, you have reminded me of those bones of old dune cabins on cape cod the wonderful writer, Annie Dillard, mentions in her novel Maytrees.
The broken teacup certainly reminds one of the warmth that may have once been shared in those old cabin bones of long ago.
beautiful...
Lives that long time since forgotten, do have a way of half telling what happend...
Good one Magyar
A very evocative haibun...
And now we wonder, too.
Very nice. It brings life full circle.
Soft love,
T
A bit of darkness, a piece of myth, though full of snow somehow sepia-coloured. I love that.
Best wishes
Ralf
... and I'm so glad you've seen in this what I felt, then. I thank you all! _m
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