Both the haiku and the picture are beautiful. Some of the duality you mentioned in commenting on my post about the death of Phoenix. We pick flowers in order to enjoy their beauty, and in so doing we cut them off from the source.
Well it looks like we are on the same page today Meri. I didn't see your blog until just now. How synchronistic! It is beautifully sad. Mine is filled with sunflowers but a much different take. Have a look if you have time. I love your Haiku. Yes, there is the seed of rebirth within this verse despite its sadness. Lovely photo.
That's pretty darn good, the message and the photo. Yes, the flower dies away, but not really, you know, with all the seedds and all, and the cycle of life. Every being has four seasons. This one is right where it is suppose to be. Very nice.
dear meri, i arrived home so late from the studio...so lovely to find your beauty here. i was your faded sunflower, filled with a summer heart...but oh so spent. your haiku a perfect reminder to return to the garden.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. We settle in somewhere, thinking it's going to be safe and hospitable and just what we hoped for, a magical haven that provides us shelter from harm. Then reality sets in and we realize that we were mistaken. That soft place to land turns out to be quite a bit less soft than we'd anticipated. In fact sometimes things get downright hard and cold and unforgiving. Not at all what we expected. Do we stay and make the best of it or fly away to build a new nest somewhere else? Sometimes the most valuable lessons come from learning to see the beauty right in front of your eyes. Sometimes we bloom most gloriously when we learn to thrive just where we are and come to love just what we have. Maybe each of us is exactly where we need to be, learning lessons custom-made for us.
Haiku My Heart i invite you to imagine living in peace one day at a time I have to admit that I'm finding it hard to celebrate the birthday of my country having declared its independence from Mother England, when the country was founded on institutionalized slavery, the idea that white men were created equal but but black men were less than and women weren't even considered. We tend to glorify the "all men are created equal" phrase without looking at the reality. We can do better. We must.
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Beautiful photo. Haunting verse.
~Deb
lovely
Peace.
i arrived home so late from the studio...so lovely to find your beauty here.
i was your faded sunflower, filled with a summer heart...but oh so
spent.
your haiku
a perfect reminder to return to the garden.
i love your place in my heart.
your seeds of promise
sow fresh hope.