Dear Magyar, First of all I thank you heartily for your sympathy to my sadness. Thanks for the pictures, I can give the by thy words. You all just love and Good
As I read your words I pictured a mighty, gnarled Oak... Its life's blood reaching for the upper most branches... Carrying the stories this mighty tree has seen over hundreds of years and storing these in the Oak's many rings... A bird's feather drifting down from one of its branches. The quill to its paper~
Oh how I love the imagery in this one, Doug! I, too, could vividly visualize an old gnarled oak as I read...and in my imagination I climbed high up from branch to branch...learning a new chapter in it's history at each resting point. The bird's pen marks are there...but I lack sufficient skill to read their wisdom. Perhaps one day, when my heart is more open...the words will become clearer...
__So nice to see you, Bhagya_ !!! __LL, I hope you'll soon get rid of that infection! Your tree photo reminded me. __Jan, ok, ok. You can get carried away anytime; yes, the quill is the bird's pen. __"Y." After seeing LL's tree photo, I went back to my scribble book notes and re-scribbled. this tree/bird/story, I still hear the bird's cues! __Iris, the imagination can see, from the twig to the tree. Smiles!
Rachel, __ My dear wife Kathy, lost her father just weeks ago and if my simple words have given you some additional peace, Edith, I can selfishly praise myself for having done, a little bit of good. We hope all is well. _m
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I love the imagery ...so to the point :)
Greetings,
Bhags
Dear Magyar,
First of all I thank you heartily for your sympathy to my sadness.
Thanks for the pictures, I can give the by thy words.
You all just love and Good
sincerely, Edith
how lovely you are DD, not blogging but miss my friends....
Beautiful, _m!
As I read your words I pictured a mighty, gnarled Oak...
Its life's blood reaching for the upper most branches...
Carrying the stories this mighty tree has seen over hundreds of years and storing these in the Oak's many rings...
A bird's feather drifting down from one of its branches.
The quill to its paper~
Sorry...I do get carried away :)
Oh how I love the imagery in this one, Doug!
I, too, could vividly visualize an old gnarled oak as I read...and in my imagination I climbed high up from branch to branch...learning a new chapter in it's history at each resting point.
The bird's pen marks are there...but I lack sufficient skill to read their wisdom.
Perhaps one day, when my heart is more open...the words will become clearer...
Brilliant!! :))
I can imagine all these scenes :)
Brilliant haiku, Magyar :)
All the best. Iris
__So nice to see you, Bhagya_ !!!
__LL, I hope you'll soon get rid of that infection! Your tree photo reminded me.
__Jan, ok, ok. You can get carried away anytime; yes, the quill is the bird's pen.
__"Y." After seeing LL's tree photo, I went back to my scribble book notes and
re-scribbled. this tree/bird/story, I still hear the bird's cues!
__Iris, the imagination can see, from the twig to the tree. Smiles!
I sincerely thank you all! _m
Rachel,
__ My dear wife Kathy, lost her father just weeks ago and if my simple words have given you some additional peace, Edith, I can selfishly praise myself for having done, a little bit of good. We hope all is well. _m
Give Kathy, your dear wife a huge hug from me DD
wow, I love this haiku. ...the ink....one.
I love your blog
is short and happy
__Sandy and RECOMENZAR, you are entirely welcome and I thank you for your kind comments; shortly, I will visit you both. Smiles. _m
take up the quill
and write of trees
and life
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