After your harsh words
my tears welcome this still night–
cold silent snowfall
The Poetic Rabbit
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What I’ve Never Forgotten:“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
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I hear you.
Thanks for listening. I visited your site. Lovely setup. Look forward to reading more.
Hi, Yousei. I’m sorry to be so slow to come over and say hello. Life has me running in ten different directions, but that’s no excuse. It’s great to see you and read your poem. It is both lovely and sad at the same time. There are many stories in those three lines.
Thanks for taking the time to visit. I understand that ten directions concept. Feels the same way here, but I’m not looking or listening anymore. I’ve dug my heels in and refuse to do anything but write, at least once a week. Many stories . . . yes, and some will eek out in the days and weeks to come. Best to you, my friend.
There is mystery captured in that photo and perhaps a promise of a better day.
I love winter scenes, in part, because they tend toward monochromatic. Think I’ll take my camera out and capture some new stuff. Thanks for stopping in and giving me a verbal hug. 😀
Lovely! I hope that there is a happier thaw soon…
There has been sunshine all day today, despite a harsh drop in temperature (from near 30 to low single digits). Still, writing and the encouragement that it seeded has surprised me with a burst of hyacinth. Thank you for your comment. Ah! I cannot wait to do more. 😀
Here in Akita, Northern Honshu, Japan, spring has been approaching us and part of snow has gradually melted away these days.
After its long absence
spring light returns to the sky ―
merriment resounds all over
Thank you for your visit and the sparkling haiku. I wish spring were closer here. As much as I love the snow, the need to be outdoors in warm sunshine is growing. Spring won’t arrive here until March. We’ve had snow on the ground as late as April, though it doesn’t stay long. Thank you again for the lovely New Year’s Haiku Festival. I enjoyed it very much.
nice…this i understand…
Thank you for visiting and commenting. I believe that need to be understood is one of the deep reasons we write. Thank you for sharing this with me.
Amazing how hard words can bring winter winds…enjoyed this.
Today was one of those days in which I longed to capture the pure agony of it. I couldn’t do it, but the weather did. The snowfall was my favorite kind–huge drifting flakes, gentle winds making them dance, and cold enough to keep me inside looking out. Thank you for sharing this with me.