wrapped within the husk of fall,
cradled in clouds
ponderous and feathered,
a metallic horizon spreads
into the haze of dawn.
drifting on glass,
fluttering wings vibrate
past muted reflections,
that render us still.
echoes of mountains
too distant to hear
recede into the white silence
of morning.
currents shift
no time passing
as the day stretches
like clay
into the winter sun.
(co-written with my partner while drifting on a sailboat!)
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into the haze of dawn."
Nice line. Some people only read haiku here because they are easy and quick to read :-)
M B - Thanks to you and your wise guidance, I retitled my post - I am new, what do I know???
Irritated Mother: Love your O.S. I/D - and thank you for your kind acknowledgment of my work!
I "saw" and "felt" this.......... Remarkable
Regards and thank-you - Mal
Let us cast the old/new you/Universal e/Eye(s?) upon it...
ach these dDamn bBlessed odd new little quirks of wWriteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ING.
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two people, assumedly involved to some defr..oops..tonite =let typoooos go.goooow///telfow you might say.
that is: let typos go . go w/the flow. ach.seems every move is mathelmeatically symbolically important.
that sailboat, that quiet, that presence, sounds nice right now, ach.
flutterning wings vibrate. obviously an angleic appearance. past muted reflections inthe water=timespace.
timespace finally blessedly stilled. ach, we always assume tis bliss of silnece..
WHAT IF: ACH,SAILBOAT CONTAINS TOWO i mean two silence-digging c souls
who aslso chatty cathies?
ach, tehn wquite a splash
they make..
eh?a clay day?
a thick day? aclay day, o isee..
to be molde by cocreators...
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