Friday's Haiku
for Rebecca's Haiku My Heart
A faint splash of white
against the vastness of blue;
her glass is empty
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Her glass is empty;
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Her glass is empty;
A thunder storm brews
in far away lands
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In far away lands
clouds of dreams carry hope;
a half broken Moon
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A half broken Moon
and stars sing a lullaby ;
her glass is half full
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Her glass is half full;
against the vastness of blue
a splash of dark grey
RS:)
Ow what a lovely cascade, Ramesh. Two different views!
ReplyDeleteAh, the story of life: First the glass is half empty, then it is half full...and so it goes...
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Like the ebb and flow of the tide, so too our glass fills and empties and then fills again. Such is life.
ReplyDeleteYour haiku tells a story of us all.
ReplyDeleteIs your glass empty is your glass full?
Very nice.
I'm a glass if half full person always expecting replenishment.
ReplyDeleteAh Ramesh, we both wrote this week about filling cups/glasses... lovely haiku. Thank you for these verses that paint such a picture.
ReplyDelete"The half broken moon" - this line is my favorite image and favorite poetic expression.
ReplyDeleteyou have filled my cup to over flowing!
ReplyDeletethank you for your generous beauty.
That half-broken moon concerns me. Can someone repair it? ;)
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