Haiku My Heart: Seaward




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having launched balloons
skyward, she shifts her gaze
seaward to the storm



Comments

Bagman and Butler said…
Your high standard of excellence in word-image combinations. I always enjoy visiting your blog because...well, because there is always a high level of quality here.
December 3, 2010 at 5:25 AM
Jeannie said…
Holy Smokes! It's Friday!

Beautiful haiku - a short story in so few words!
December 3, 2010 at 5:56 AM
Anonymous said…
A fascinating presentation. Thanks for this.

All the best, Boonie
December 3, 2010 at 5:56 AM
Anonymous said…
Mirrored in water and sky....
Trails of balloons and cold mystery.
You managed a virgin in there. I'm impressed.
December 3, 2010 at 7:53 AM
joco said…
B.T.W. will you be visiting Nanka?
If you do, could you tell her I cannot make her comment box work, even though everybody else manages to. Please tell her I like her haiku posts very much.
December 3, 2010 at 7:55 AM
rebecca said…
i LOVE this!!!

fantastic visual treat...and a story in so few words....


love the blue theme we have managed with out even trying.
December 3, 2010 at 8:09 AM
Leslie said…
Love your image, and the way your haiku tells a story...
December 3, 2010 at 8:23 AM
tami said…
lovely, lovely, haunting image. And Haiku!
December 3, 2010 at 8:34 AM
Ramesh Sood said…
This is good one.. A good imagery...
December 3, 2010 at 9:48 AM
steven said…
such a wickedgood image. it could send a thousand words skywards let alone balloons. steven
December 3, 2010 at 3:12 PM
turquoise cro said…
WOW!!! is that lightning!!! A Beauty Full Photo!!
December 3, 2010 at 4:53 PM
Rena said…
this is without a doubt one of the most lovely poems I've ever read... really. and the image is gorgeous
December 3, 2010 at 5:03 PM
Nanka said…
Thank you Meri for Joco's comment, I greatly appreciate it!!

This image is so beautiful and befits the Haiku!!

Looks like it is the lull before the storm and she stands secure and confident.

The heavenward offering of the balloons must have instilled the confidence in her.
December 3, 2010 at 10:02 PM
Kathryn Magendie said…
oh so very lovely . . .
December 4, 2010 at 8:22 AM
ms npie said…
i can smell the sea and unable to help myself search the horizon for balloons... the ku tells a tale.. wanting more...
December 4, 2010 at 12:29 PM
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