Haiku My Heart: Unexpected

Haiku My Heart 
is Rebecca's heart child.



sometimes dreams slip in
bringing tidings from the soul
that you'd forgotten

Comments

Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed. said…
What a stunning pairing Meri. It's so true that the soul/psyche sends sweet messages via dreams. What a shame when people have not courted their dreams enough to recall them.
August 13, 2010 at 5:47 AM
deb did it said…
oh Meri...this is beautiful. I can read this one over and over.
August 13, 2010 at 5:49 AM
steven said…
meri - a lovely image and insightful words. steven
August 13, 2010 at 5:59 AM
Delphyne said…
I love the picture and I love the haiku even more. I've been a vivid dreamer all my life and your haiku rings so true for me!
August 13, 2010 at 7:17 AM
Meri said…
Thanks, Steven.
August 13, 2010 at 8:27 AM
Elizabeth said…
Wow. That's amazing. Incredibly perfect pairing of image and words. Thank you.
August 13, 2010 at 8:56 AM
Kim Mailhot said…
Oh so lovely and heart-soothing somehow...

is that the same glass playing a role in this shot too ?
Lovely...
August 13, 2010 at 9:48 AM
Leslie said…
Oh, this is a dreamy image. Dreamy words, too.

I'm glad my haiku made you laugh. That's just what I did when I found my silly basenji curled up in my clean laundry.

But I'm sorry you lost your own friend. Dogs become so much a part of our families, don't they? And you can't replace them easily. I hope sometime when you're ready you will find a puppy who will share a new place in your heart and home.
August 13, 2010 at 10:44 AM
Bagman and Butler said…
As always, my visit to your blog is richly rewarded.
August 13, 2010 at 3:47 PM
Dianne said…
Dreamy photo and very fitting haiku...
August 13, 2010 at 6:44 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
Meri I just saw your haiku and this brilliant photograph. It is like a colored crystalline dreamcatcher. Marvellous, so ethereal that it seems like something out of a dream in its own right. Your haiku is gloriously fitting. Dreams are essential to traveling the labyrinth of the soul and finding the Self at the center of it all.
xo,
Noelle
August 13, 2010 at 7:16 PM
Icy BC said…
Fabulous painting, and insightful thought!
August 17, 2010 at 5:33 AM
Naquillity said…
beautiful. and your words couldn't have been spoken truer. hope all is well.
August 17, 2010 at 6:42 PM
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