Creative Writing and unfinished business…
May 3, 2014 § 12 Comments
young stream meets river
dipping it’s toes
it topples –
finds itself grown up
Painting courtesy Christine Alfery
Tagged: haiku, poetry, river, stream, trepidation
I put some salt
in her bowl
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Excellent haiku here./ I shall be following you!
I love the personification of the stream here, Rachael. The title is very fitting. That painting is beautiful as well!
Thank you, Miranda. I tried to create a metaphor of a young person being nervous of going out into the real world, and finding they managed perfectly well!
This is terrific and touching. I agree — the personification of the stream works really well.
Thanks for your comment – much appreciated. I do like your blog!
Methinks your time at the riverbank was bountifully productive–and that you are perhaps still there, at least in your soul. Also love the painting. Thank you, Rachael. xo
Me thinks you’re kinda right there. I’m always angling (!) to get down to the river and just lurk. I’m turning into that crazy woman I always knew was in there. xx
PS. And thank you for your sweetness and inspiration.
Oooo, how exciting…a metamorphosis into the crazy woman. See you there. xo
Best place to be eh? X
I do like the way you imbue these with hidden meaning. For me this says much about our passage through life. Wonderful writing!
Thanks, Chris. I do like the way a haiku can just hint at possibilities, leavung interpretation wide open 🙂
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