Posted by: janetleigh | April 13, 2008
Haiku 4 U
Posted in Beauty, Haiku, Nature, Photography, Uncategorized | Tags: crocus, lingering winter, snow
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Thanksgiving
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
My soul laid bare ..tread lightly, please ;>
This is where I plan to bare my soul for all the world to see - warts and all. I plan on letting it all hang out here, so to speak, not knowing exactly what direction it may take, but I hope you're along for the ride. If you are, you'll be respected and valued here for your poetic sensibilities. We can explore the content of our hearts and intricate workings of our minds, together. But above all else, I declare this place a safe haven from the slings and arrows of life that may be bent on foisting themselves in our general direction, seeking to strip all heart-felt and pithy profundities from our poetic souls. Mercy! Do I hear an Amen?! :>
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beautiful….breath taking… the unprovoked encore is well worth the wait..
I’m so glad you enjoyed this, Shakir.. hope things are looking up for you these days..:) Please let me know which of your blogs you’re posting most to these days.. Be well, my dear friend.
By: shakir hasnain on April 14, 2008
at 7:09 am
BRRRRRRRRRR!!
You can say that again! It’s been pouring rain here today with chance of floods. O Joy. Last time that happened the little lake’s dam across the street was breached and we had water and gravel from our neighbor’s driveway well past our barn up into the yard. Not that that mattered. The barn’s only for looks. haha. How are you and your young symphony doing these days, Scott? I shall be by on nigh..:)
By: S. Thomas Summers on April 14, 2008
at 8:24 am
Lovely.
Thank you, Jo..:)
By: johemmant on April 14, 2008
at 4:42 pm
A fine poem, Janet, fitting for the pic; and yet it is not what I witness out my window–which does not diminish the loveliness of your lyric and message.
Spring stabs its fecund
Stilleto into the heel of winter;
Forcing it to flee.
Spring pungently projects
a myriad of olfactory wonders
directly into my heart.
White and pink petals
burst as blossoms blissfully,
only to drop too soon into silent heaps.
That, dear lady, is what I see out my window.
Glenn
I love those images, especially “Spring stabs its fecund stilleto into the heel of winter forcing it to flee!” Wheeeee! Very clever and memorable, Glenn. White and pink petals.. we finally got some of them the last few days. The dogwood along the driveway are turning white. We have so many beautiful trees and shrubs around us. The red buds line our woods in front of the stream that flows through our property; pear trees in the back yard are whitening out and my little bleeding heart has its little heart blossoms beating to the rhythm of the breeze down by the road. With the rain we’re having, things are gonna start popping out fast. My Lilies-of-the-Valley shoots are about 4 inches out of the ground, too…:)
By: marlowe44 on April 14, 2008
at 6:42 pm
Hi,
Tommorow is Blog Reader Appreciation day so I wanted to stop by and tell you thanks for visitimg me.
Wishing you all the best. Hugs!
Sara
Thank you so much, Sara. You must know by now how much I appreciate all you do for our poetry community and I just don’t know how you do it all! It’s hard for me to keep up here! I’ve made so many wonderful friends through your blogsite, Poets Who Blog, Sara, so it’s really working. Everything takes time and patience. I keep telling myself that.. especially now that I’ve got P4P! up and running. Rome wasn’t built in a day, something my Mom used to say as I was growing up! Funny I should think of that now – cuz I hate that expression! lol Wishing you all the best, too, Sara, and thousands of more hits on PWB! {{{hugs}}}
By: Sara on April 15, 2008
at 2:14 pm
Winter is very stubborn here in Chicago. I can relate to this one. Still you make lousy winter, as I call it, seem lovely in this by highlighting the glory that comes when it is over.
Yikes! I remember Chicago -oo- the bloodiest cold windy weather I’ve ever experienced – outside of Davenport, ND, that is..:) Which we all know is on that other planet. Gawd. My Dad moved us out to Davenport during a blizzard and we ended up in a cornfield somewhere near Bumfark, Egypt. (Now you know why I refer to him as ‘Father, Nutcase the First’ in my Ezra Pound piece *rolling eyes*) Anyway, yeah, Chicago can be unforgiving in the Winter.. so I can see why you’d appreciate a little visualization of things to come.. and it will come..
By: Sara on April 15, 2008
at 2:15 pm
we have tulips rising through snow, too. the picture and poem work delightfully together.
Yes, isn’t it a glorious sight! Has Spring sprung? Finally?! And, Rick… thank you for stopping by and for your lovely thoughts..:)
By: rick mobbs on April 15, 2008
at 2:45 pm
Ahhh! Tis true.
How you doing, Noah? Hope Spring has sprung in your little world, too..:)
By: noahthegreat on April 15, 2008
at 3:32 pm
gorgeous!
Thank you, Stacey!
By: stacey on April 15, 2008
at 5:49 pm
you are so right.. the weather has been obscure… 80’s one day and iced over windshield the next…..
You, too, Paisley?! Where do you live? East Coast has been very weather-whacky this year. Cold, hot, hot, cold, jacket on, jacket off, take umbrella, leave umbrella. I just wish it would be here, already, in its entirety, so I can get on with the annual hyperallergic reaction over with.. aaaand mooooove into mold mode.. haha! (Hope you don’t suffer from allergies.)
By: whypaisley on April 15, 2008
at 9:43 pm
So true! But why does spring have to tip-toe away anyway? Sheesh! Can’t it fight back a little? Sorry…needed to vent…
LOL… that’s okay, rant on, Jo. We all need to vent about now after months of cabin-fever! Hope you have a glorious Spring, Jo! Thank you for stopping in and making me laugh..:)
By: JO on April 17, 2008
at 8:46 am
I didn’t enjoy winter’s performance much this year, I have to admit! Loved this poem!
I think a lot of us can say the same, Deborah. Can you say cabin fever!?! Yes. I thought you could..:) I’m glad you enjoyed this piece.
By: quidam58 on April 18, 2008
at 6:56 pm
amazing photo married to the perfect haiku
How kind of you to let me know your thoughts on this haiku, Jade (love your name!).
By: Jade on April 20, 2008
at 8:29 pm
Janet:
Ah, you poets! You can not help yourself, can you?
In your lovely response to my response earlier, you wrote a hidden poem, which I was ecstatic to extract. I include for your wonder and perusal. I have already posted it on FFTR under your name. How presumptious of me! Yet, it needed to be done.
Dogwood Days
The dogwood
along the driveway
are turning white.
Lord,
we have so many
beautiful trees and shrubs
around us.
The red bulbs
line our woods
in front of the stream
that flows
through our property;
pear trees
in the back yard
are whitening out,
and my little bleeding heart
has its little heart blossoms
beating to the rhythm
of the breeze
down the road.
Janet Leigh April 2008
Poetry from prose, what a reality.
By: marlowe44 on April 21, 2008
at 10:30 am