Friday, June 27, 2014

Her Glass Is Empty - Friday Haiku

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;
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:)

9 comments:

  1. Ow what a lovely cascade, Ramesh. Two different views!

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  2. Ah, the story of life: First the glass is half empty, then it is half full...and so it goes...

    bBrushstrokes

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  3. Like the ebb and flow of the tide, so too our glass fills and empties and then fills again. Such is life.

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  4. Your haiku tells a story of us all.
    Is your glass empty is your glass full?
    Very nice.

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  5. I'm a glass if half full person always expecting replenishment.

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  6. Ah Ramesh, we both wrote this week about filling cups/glasses... lovely haiku. Thank you for these verses that paint such a picture.

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  7. "The half broken moon" - this line is my favorite image and favorite poetic expression.

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  8. you have filled my cup to over flowing!
    thank you for your generous beauty.

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  9. That half-broken moon concerns me. Can someone repair it? ;)

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