Friday, May 17, 2013

Hiaku my heart

 
was on a field trip looking for feathers...

 
 hopeful feathers
 perched in my soul.
thanks Emily
 
 
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
 
linked to:
haiku my heart 

12 comments:

  1. lovely haiku for emily ~ love the 'feathers' ~ ^_^ Happy Weekend .

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  2. BEautiful haiku and thanks for sharing Emily Dickinson's poem!!! Have a grand weekend! Cathy

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  3. Such a soft haiku and I love the journal collage, all makes haiku gathering a lovely place to visit. x

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  4. a beautiful beautiful poem! I thank Emily too

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  5. a beautiful haiku inspired by another amazing poet!

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  6. Oh I love to read Emily whenever I can! Happy Weekend!

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  7. Fortunate indeed is the soul in whom feathers perch!

    The Hanged Man

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  8. I like the sepia photo of the journal page. It's always inspiring to visit here.

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  9. a lovely feather; thanks for sharing

    much love...

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  10. dear gemma,
    in this moment your words are filling my heart as soft and hope-filled as the birds of dawn.
    thank you...
    xoxoxoxoxo

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  11. oh so beautiful.
    Thank you for sharing your art, your words and Emilys too!!

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  12. ♥♥♥!!!
    2 of my favorite poetess(es)
    I found a whole pile of bird feathers...
    I was looking for a bald bird
    or a cat with a grin.

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