Haiku My Heart: Nameless Saint


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his eyes speak of love
but sadness is hidden there
under the surface



Comments

ELK said…
this is beautiful!!
August 26, 2010 at 7:52 PM
rebecca said…
i love this.
it is as simple as that.
August 26, 2010 at 8:09 PM
Abi said…
Lovely Meri :O)
August 26, 2010 at 8:35 PM
Leslie said…
Yes, I see it, too. Do you think we have to know some sadness to understand true love?
August 27, 2010 at 5:22 AM
Delphyne said…
Lovely. I listened to Harry Belafonte over at Noelle Rene's place yesterday and one line in Try to Remember goes: without the hurt, the heart is hollow.
August 27, 2010 at 5:44 AM
Kim Mailhot said…
Beautiful...had a talk about some sadness this morning with a dear male friend...feel like this was for us.
Happy Haiku My Heart Friday, Meri !
August 27, 2010 at 7:02 AM
Noelle Clearwater said…
Meri,
It is a stunning photograph in both simplicity and depth. Love and sadness may have a sort of twinship yes. We are always seeking some part of our lost Self in the Other, whether it is in the physical or some physical manifestation of the divine.
August 27, 2010 at 7:32 AM
Sarah said…
How beautiful. I love those figures.
August 27, 2010 at 8:38 AM
tami said…
beautifully said. love and sadness go together, yes?

Elizabeth Berg's book about writing is wonderful. : )
August 27, 2010 at 10:25 AM
Vinay Leo R. said…
this is just brilliant Meri! :D
August 27, 2010 at 10:43 AM
Dianne said…
Lovely... very moving
August 27, 2010 at 4:05 PM
turquoise cro said…
JOY to YOU this week-end, no sadness allowed!
August 27, 2010 at 4:44 PM
Brenda said…
Love it! Beautiful words.
August 27, 2010 at 4:57 PM
Ileana said…
Beautifully written and I love the image you've chosen to go with your haiku. Those eyes speak for all of us.
August 27, 2010 at 6:39 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
Inspired by your words and image:

What would you have done
had you seen the nameless saint
weeping for the world?


Haiku My Heart…at the Oasis
August 28, 2010 at 4:30 AM
Heather Mattern said…
Gorgeous haiku, I LOVE it!
August 28, 2010 at 6:27 AM
Full-On-Forward said…
I'm hooked and a Happy New Follower!!

John
August 28, 2010 at 2:27 PM
Meri said…
To all of you whose emails show up as "no reply," I am grateful for your comments. I'd love to be able to answer you individually, but that's how it goes.

I love reading all your haikus. They touch me, make me think, sometimes cause awe because of your facility with words, sometimes make me laugh (like John's post today, continuing as it does after the haiku).
August 28, 2010 at 2:42 PM
Debbie D. said…
Lovely poetry; lovely figurine
August 28, 2010 at 3:53 PM
*jean* said…
i see it...thank you
August 29, 2010 at 7:46 AM
Bagman and Butler said…
It's like she comes alive with your words. And I like yesterdays blue details too!
August 29, 2010 at 2:59 PM
Naquillity said…
so beautifully spoken but sad that some people live in sadness when there's so much in life to appreciate. hope all is well.

thought you might like to know i wrote a poem and posted it on my blog, baby steps... :)
August 30, 2010 at 7:44 AM
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