New Year haiku
like a long deep breath
the first day of the new year
stretches quietly
the first day of the new year
stretches quietly
posted by MB at 12:35 PM
Monday, January 02, 2006
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- Name: MB
A poetry writing practice, near-daily. Write and don't look back. Break open the shell. It's harder than it looks. And it's not as hard as it seems.
The Last 10 Feathers
- Tart on Ember Day
- Grey winter
- An owl's feather
- The way
- Owl feathers
- Pearls
- A day off
- Great horned owl
- Love launches ships
- Extinguished
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18 Comments:
The perfect metaphor. Happy new year, Bluebird.
lovely ...
I hope we remember to exhale. Happy 2006.
Lovely haiku, MB.
Lovely, and inspiring! It's amazing what you can do with just three lines.
I imagine my cat yawning, his mouth suddenly huge, and menacing. Or would, were I a mouse.
Yes, this is very cat-like! (although without the menace!) Lovely.
I've kept this post new all day; everytime I come back to read, I breathe more openly, easily... thank you. Many beautiful blessings for you this new year's too. xo
Ha! My New Year's Day was absolutely demented, but I like the concept.
Still recovering. Hope all are well at your house now.
beautiful. blessings to you MB.
Patry, Happy New Year to you, too! With every transition it seems I take a deep breath. And that was the color of the day, that day. Nice to have you drop by.
Becca, welcome! I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.
Mermaid, I don't *think* we'll have any trouble with that. There's only so much inflation we (I) can tolerate. Happy 2006 to you, too!
rdl, thanks. Glad you liked it.
RD, thank you. You are now one of the ones who gets me thinking in haiku.
Gilbert, welcome! The haiku form seems so elegant to me, so simple, yet not so. I love it for its gestural quality.
Zhoen, ...or would, were you your cat? Your comment makes me think of how many kinds of yawns there are. Stifled ones, great big gaping ones, ones with a quick drawing in of air and a grand expelling, ones with the slower inhale, or with a swallow at the end...
Leslee, thanks. I guess it's the stretching that adds to the catlike quality - though I hadn't thought cat til Zhoen said it. And no, no menace here!
Brenda, breathing is important, eh? Every day, every moment, and then some, as we practice. Thank you and many blessings to you, too!
Sara, I'd love (when you've recovered your balance) to read a poem about your demented New Year's Day. I'm glad you stopped by, I've been wondering about you. Be well.
Mary, thank you. Your quiet message conveys so much and is gratefully accepted.
My New Year was a little late and tipsey also so I would have been glad to meet such a quiet slowly does haiku
Ah yes, I'm familiar with that sort of New Year, Sue. This year, however, we went home early and celebrated together in the quiet of our home and then went to bed just after midnight. The dog, who panics about the fireworks, appreciated the extra companionship and reassurance. It was not as exciting, but lovely in its own way and more balanced. And it made the morning a little different, too, as you observe.
Really fine. Perfectly evocative and atmospheric and peaceful.
Richard, welcome! And thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem.
Yes, silverm00n, that's the way it felt, quiet, ready, waiting.
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