John, I think your poem is a jewel. It respects the spirit and the discipline of the haiku. Its poetic message is a sad one: an absence, some memories, a shadow, a bird in flight or maybe an angel's wing. Thank you very much for sharing.
- Can relate to that, happens to me, melting like this, sometimes…!:) - Must have been twilight dreams!?:) Learning the twilight language of the soul!?:) - I dare say this one (the Anglo Gaelic crow) also spoke the twilight language of inner knowledge!?:) - Incense burning - a gesture of the spirit…
wow, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteJohn, I think your poem is a jewel. It respects the spirit and the discipline of the haiku. Its poetic message is a sad one: an absence, some memories, a shadow, a bird in flight or maybe an angel's wing.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for sharing.
......beautiful......
ReplyDeleteA fruitful week leading to the mother’s day:
ReplyDelete- Can relate to that, happens to me, melting like this, sometimes…!:)
- Must have been twilight dreams!?:) Learning the twilight language of the soul!?:)
- I dare say this one (the Anglo Gaelic crow) also spoke the twilight language of inner knowledge!?:)
- Incense burning - a gesture of the spirit…