May 08 2007
Awe

Roses are red awe
in my grandfather’s garden
I reach out and touch.
copyright 2007
(in response to a tag from kim)
5 responses so far
May 08 2007

Roses are red awe
in my grandfather’s garden
I reach out and touch.
copyright 2007
(in response to a tag from kim)
5 responses so far
A poem very befiting to the image. You have rendered the sentiment well.
thank you, ozzy - nice to see you again.
sarah
I likes it. I likes it a lot. I wish I had a garden. I wish I had grass at this point. Nice job lady marmalade. kim
gardens are the best. in fact, my new header is my garden (at least part of it).
can you believe though, that it took me days to come up with the mere three lines? funny, don’t you think?
sarah
Yes, I can believe it. It was hard for me to write something about the roses especially beginning with roses are red. Because you know me I was thinking like roses are red and blood is red and all that dark stuff, but then I thought you know I think I may scare people so I went with something else. Actually that is what just kind of came to me. I liked your haiku and it’s better not to rush it. I like the new page as well oh and also nice garden, growing veggies?
yes, a nice veggie garden. i’ve already harvested a few things. it does something good for my soul, you know?
yes, the prompt was hard because it prompts all the cliches - so i suppose that means it was a good exercise because it was a challenge?
sarah
A very appropriate title. Aahhh.
yes, exactly. that was just the thing i felt everytime i was in his garden. i know he gave to me my love of flowers and gardens and all things growing. every garden i enter, every flower i see, reminds me of him. thanks, evyl.
sarah
The brevity of it says so much.
i love haiku because it demands such brevity. it forces the writer to crystalize the words and pull the essence of the thought.
sarah