Perseveration

Forgive me.
I'm perseverating.
Stuck for now on haiku.


Daylilies


So ephemeral.
Explode like vivid fireworks
but gone the next day.

Comments

Noelle Clearwater said…
It is alright to perseverate Meri. I am a Psych grad student so you have my permission. The lily is one of the loveliest I have seen. Your photo is exquisite and I adore the haiku. Very apt.
July 27, 2010 at 11:55 AM
The one with the View said…
What a Beautiful Vibrant Lily you have captured!!! Nicely done! Love your moon photo in the post previous to it as well!
July 27, 2010 at 3:18 PM
Elisabeth said…
Fireworks indeed. This is an exquisite image, quite the opposite of the notion of perseveration.

It's full of life. As you say, it's explosive with colour.
July 27, 2010 at 3:45 PM
mouse (aka kimy) said…
of all the things to be stuck on haiku does seem fairly benign

yes daylilies are so ephemeral, but thankfully their explosions do go on and on for days on end
July 27, 2010 at 8:19 PM
Relyn Lawson said…
Girl! You got skills, baby. What terrific haikus you've been writing. I'm lovin' it.
July 27, 2010 at 10:09 PM
❀~Myrna~❀ said…
Amazingly beautiful pic ! They do explode like fireworks, then are gone & another takes it's place . I do enjoy them while they exploding.
Blessings,
~Myrna
July 28, 2010 at 3:24 AM
sperlygirl said…
pure beauty - your words and that photo - speechless!
July 28, 2010 at 3:36 AM
EG CameraGirl said…
Beautiful photo, Meri. Yes gone the next day, but for a while another one takes its place. :)
July 28, 2010 at 8:07 AM
deb did it said…
gorgeous...keep on Haiku you!!...I am also a teeny bit obsessed with Fridays too!
July 28, 2010 at 9:47 AM
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