Saturday, February 23, 2019

Upon Receiving My Woodstock Chimes

Asian pear tree branch
mother of April's white blooms 
hosts brass temple bells 

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A hai...ha...hik...
A three line poem for "Season Your Poetry"

Someone activate the holo-doctor. I feel funny.
 

15 comments:

brudberg said...

Love the way you brought in all the senses in this... yet far to April still

Carrie Van Horn said...

I have witnessed a true miracle!! A haiku on Shays blog!!! It is a beautiful one Shay! I think i need to see the Dr. too cause I am still in shock! Love this so much Shay the poem is lovely and the holo-doctor made me laugh so hard at work (in the library) :-)))

Margaret said...

Gasp... (just fell on floor) the impossible is possible.

Fireblossom said...

You guys..... LOL

Helen said...

Brava!

Toni Spencer said...

Mos def sloth approved Shay. After I gasped at the beauty of this, I had a good laugh. You bamboozled us all fren. Thank you for this. Love you.

Susie Clevenger said...

You can write haiku... :) Love it!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The world is ending. Shay wrote haiku! And so perfectly. I love it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

It's all about the sensory imagery... those bells and white petals. lovely.

Magaly Guerrero said...

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency." Then, let us ring those bells, bells, bells...

Sara McNulty said...

This is gorgeous, Shay!

Kim Russell said...

It rang my bell, Shay! Don’t choke on haiku – call it a three line poem and be damned!

grapeling said...

oh, it's surely the end times ~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

So beautiful!

Ha ha, demonstrating that you can do something so well gives you greater authority to criticise that thing.

(But be careful. Haiku are addictive.)

Mama Zen said...

So . . . the end really is near . . .