Haiku My Heart: Transformation



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"To Sleep, Perchance" altered digital image MAK 



she is cast into
dreams where butterflies signal
her transformation


Comments

A Bit of the Blarney said…
My how lovely! Well done! Cathy
November 5, 2010 at 3:57 AM
steven said…
very lovely! steven
November 5, 2010 at 4:10 AM
Bagman and Butler said…
Maxfield Parish? Well done.
November 5, 2010 at 5:30 AM
ellen abbott said…
Oh Meri! How delightful.
November 5, 2010 at 7:13 AM
Anonymous said…
Lovely post. Thanks for this.

All the best, Boonie
November 5, 2010 at 7:24 AM
Charlotte said…
This really strikes a chord with me. My Mum (Foxy Sue) says my current life situation is as if I am a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis and that I sometimes tire myself out too much trying hard to fly with weakly wings and that I should take time to rest, like the picture.

Best wishes
November 5, 2010 at 10:17 AM
turquoise cro said…
AhhhHHHH! Be still my heart Meri!!! I LOVE this Beauty Full image and haiku!! Welcome home, are YOU back!!! xooxoxo
November 5, 2010 at 10:20 AM
Expat From Hell said…
Terrific work. Always a pleasure to stop by here. EFH
November 5, 2010 at 10:22 AM
Kim Mailhot said…
Gorgeous....
I hope I have dreams like these...
November 5, 2010 at 2:28 PM
foxysue said…
This haiku has such meaning for me, more than you will ever know!

So loved and appreciated.

Thanks for sharing your beautiful images and words, we are truly blessed.

love Sue x
November 6, 2010 at 3:27 AM
Marilyn & Jeff said…
Beautiful art and words.
November 6, 2010 at 3:02 PM
Cassiopeia Rises said…
Oh, this is so very lovely. Well done.


Melanie
November 9, 2010 at 7:14 AM
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