Haikuesque ~

I have images in my head and I can smell the spring air. Beautiful words,and I don't think, the feeling of alone, I think love, rebirth.These words are calming to read, flows great. And all these things, lavender, blue butterflies,the nature of it all, etc. I love. Lyz.x.

"It never rains but it pours beauty in this place I just finished reading Lyz's and heres this one" ... I dont want to pick favourites but I have to say tiny blue butterflies drunk on daffodil wine cloud pillows in the sky I want to come back as blue butterfly and drink daffodil wine , its beautiful Anna , I told you recently I always wanted to write like you ? I dont think anyone can write how you write , fucking brilliant doesnt cover it ... love and hugz Jayne x x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

The daffodils , oh the daffodils, "I wandered lonely as...." Oh you know what the Japanese haïku is speaking, of course Anna does, she is poetry itself, falling through these Neopoets sides like music for our souls. They are wonderful you dear sister, lover of natures secret thoughts, here personified in coded verse. "Wild geese ride crisp Autumn sky I learn to say goodbye" This one takes my heart out into the grey-white sky and wrenches the tears from my thoughts, good byes are so strong and sad. I love watching the wild geese leave Norway and have seen them go past the very window here, at eye level,ii was enraptured, or whatever one says, so excited I was jumping up and down for several minutes by the sight of them. Those lovely snuffly truffle snouted pigs. The trees growing by the mossed over Buddha. The tinkling colours of the leaves. Oh lovely poetess. Tu est "je suis poêt", I mentioned in another comment the tale of the poetess bare footed who came into the grassy meadow of a dewy morning in her dressing gown exclaiming that, beside her was the newly hatched little blue butterfly, I will never forget it all. I was camping in her meadow. You have come into our meadow of the mind and gently put your feet on the damp grass and moved us Anna the wise.

These are both delightful and beautiful! Always, Cat

Beautiful words, carried on the wings of, minds search for the existence of perfection. perfect. Mantiscepter

Ah the oneness of the great, it's so beautiful even to hear about them. The choice of words gave you a nice poem though. Gentle regards, Hugo

Congratulions on spotlight , I slept in and woke up to find you here :D wonderful poems all of them ... love and hugz Jayne x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...