__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
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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walls of stones
in Luberon
and these alignments of crosses
converging
towards hanged man's tower
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Magyar,
Wonderful! 'these lines of once...' brilliant. I thank you.....pajamas
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.
well done M
john
I love this one, Magyar!
This is one of my favorites!
This is one of my favorites!
I love all such remnants of the past. Ghost towns. Museums. Time's mark upon our ever changing existence.
lovely and so sentimental. I love this.
t
I thank you all!
__Nice to see you "T" ! _m
Excellent Magyar. There is a pair of doves on the rooftop of the house I'm restoring: 'these lines of once...'
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