Monday, January 02, 2006

New Year haiku

like a long deep breath
the first day of the new year
stretches quietly

20 Comments:

Blogger Patry Francis said...

The perfect metaphor. Happy new year, Bluebird.

1/02/2006 1:35 PM  
Anonymous Becca said...

lovely ...

1/02/2006 1:36 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

I hope we remember to exhale. Happy 2006.

1/02/2006 2:22 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

Nice!

1/02/2006 3:23 PM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

Lovely haiku, MB.

1/02/2006 3:36 PM  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Lovely, and inspiring! It's amazing what you can do with just three lines.

1/02/2006 5:43 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

I imagine my cat yawning, his mouth suddenly huge, and menacing. Or would, were I a mouse.

1/03/2006 6:05 AM  
Blogger leslee said...

Yes, this is very cat-like! (although without the menace!) Lovely.

1/03/2006 8:56 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

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

1/03/2006 12:26 PM  
Anonymous Sara said...

Ha! My New Year's Day was absolutely demented, but I like the concept.

Still recovering. Hope all are well at your house now.

1/04/2006 10:07 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

beautiful. blessings to you MB.

1/04/2006 10:58 AM  
Blogger MB said...

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.

1/04/2006 2:15 PM  
Blogger MB said...

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!

1/04/2006 2:19 PM  
Blogger MB said...

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.

1/04/2006 2:22 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

My New Year was a little late and tipsey also so I would have been glad to meet such a quiet slowly does haiku

1/05/2006 11:28 AM  
Blogger MB said...

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.

1/05/2006 11:47 AM  
Blogger Richard Lawrence Cohen said...

Really fine. Perfectly evocative and atmospheric and peaceful.

1/11/2006 8:41 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Richard, welcome! And thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem.

1/12/2006 6:46 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Very nice
I see an image of awakening from a nap to start afresh.

1/13/2006 1:10 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Yes, silverm00n, that's the way it felt, quiet, ready, waiting.

1/13/2006 7:48 AM  

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