A blue still night chill – The house lights flicker.
Ken Wagner on Haiku Habits
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Filed under Haiku Poems About Night
In this maze of life, Run through moments of beauty, chasing the true Friend.
flickering light- fireflies taking flight
Nice ones, friends. I love the rhythms of fireflies taking flight in flickering light!
This one is growing on me. Borut’s poem sounds Sufi, with its capital “F”
What is your response to the poem, Kris? Why has it changed over time?
I get an image of a cold evening and the warm light coming from a home across a barren snow-covered field.
Yes! That was the image, Sage. Except for the barren snow-covered field – I’m not lucky enough to leave near one of those. Thanks for the response and comment!
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In this maze of life,
Run through moments of beauty,
chasing the true Friend.
flickering light-
fireflies
taking flight
Nice ones, friends. I love the rhythms of fireflies taking flight in flickering light!
This one is growing on me.
Borut’s poem sounds Sufi, with its capital “F”
What is your response to the poem, Kris? Why has it changed over time?
I get an image of a cold evening and the warm light coming from a home across a barren snow-covered field.
Yes! That was the image, Sage. Except for the barren snow-covered field – I’m not lucky enough to leave near one of those. Thanks for the response and comment!