I think that truth in a poem always makes that poem just about perfect. This is beautifully penned Judith and appreciated. I so enjoy coming here for I love the photo in your header, banner ... whatever it is called. It is so sweet.
i just loved s one...it is simple...but so evocative....one can just visualise the scene, smell the musty odour of the room, see the dust on the porcelain! aptly described and used!
My mother passed away just over a year ago. I find myself simply holding some of her possessions on occasion. It does bring her back in some way. Beautiful haiku.
Thanks to Mary Kling's roadmap from Poet's United I happened upon your pleasant blog. I was scrolling down peacefully when this simple little Haiku caused my brakes to squeal. Oh, those simple hunks of life. How they stir the spirit at the strangest times...
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This is beautiful I have always loved used Dime store in my poetry I use it frequently
Often value is not in the monetary.
I think that truth in a poem always makes that poem just about perfect. This is beautifully penned Judith and appreciated. I so enjoy coming here for I love the photo in your header, banner ... whatever it is called. It is so sweet.
A tear with my coffee.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, everyone. I like to write poems about personal, everyday things--like a treasured old tea cup.
this is great Judith!
i just loved s one...it is simple...but so evocative....one can just visualise the scene, smell the musty odour of the room, see the dust on the porcelain! aptly described and used!
So loved this, Judith!
Beautiful!
So glad you all read and enjoyed the poem. Have a great week!
My mother passed away just over a year ago. I find myself simply holding some of her possessions on occasion. It does bring her back in some way. Beautiful haiku.
Elizabeth
Thank you, Elizabeth. Treasured objects can keep us connected with loved ones.
cute,
beautifully done.
Thanks, Jingle,glad you stopped by!
wonderful imagery
Thanks to Mary Kling's roadmap from Poet's United I happened upon your pleasant blog. I was scrolling down peacefully when this simple little Haiku caused my brakes to squeal. Oh, those simple hunks of life. How they stir the spirit at the strangest times...
Thank you, John! I enjoy the challenge of trying to say so much in very few words.
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