less water in the vase than yesterday nursing home
—Jennifer Hambrick
Issue 18.1 | 2 July 2018
An astute observation, Jennifer. Every detail gains an enormous significant in hospitals, nursing homes and hospices.
marion
Thank you, Marion. You're absolutely right. Health care venues are among those liminal spaces where there's intense overlap of all dimensions of life – birth, death, and everything in between resonates in profound ways.
__ They know, and care for their creations, life's vase is full. New buds; smiles fill these flowered eyes; the offspring. _m
A thoughtful haiku. Keen observation by the poet is highly appreciated.
fragrance of love carefully the flower preserves in foggy morning she gently nurses the wounds of deep misunderstanding
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Atlas Poetica 19, 2014
Thank you, Pravat.
Scents of affection Spilling all over my mind and soul Heart hugs silence.
Wow.
Thank you, Jean.
I liked the entire thought process and especially the way in which it was presented. Based on what I liked I have a few words to say
dried leaves falling on green grass tree growing old
Thank you so much.
And the clock is ticking down…. Goosepimples!
Quite right, Sabra. Ticking down for all of us. Thank you.
Straddling the line between nurture and neglect… What a stunning thing to capture. Brava!
So beautiful and perfect, Jennifer!
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Some place between a smile and a grimace I find beauty here – Thanks! Jim
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July 2nd, 2018 at 8:42 am
An astute observation, Jennifer. Every detail gains an enormous significant in hospitals, nursing homes and hospices.
marion
July 2nd, 2018 at 11:07 am
Thank you, Marion. You're absolutely right. Health care venues are among those liminal spaces where there's intense overlap of all dimensions of life – birth, death, and everything in between resonates in profound ways.
July 2nd, 2018 at 9:15 am
__ They know, and care for their creations, life's vase is full.
New buds; smiles fill these flowered eyes; the offspring. _m
July 2nd, 2018 at 9:39 am
A thoughtful haiku. Keen observation by the poet is highly appreciated.
fragrance of love
carefully the flower preserves
in foggy morning
she gently nurses the wounds
of deep misunderstanding
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Atlas Poetica 19, 2014
July 27th, 2018 at 9:15 am
Thank you, Pravat.
July 3rd, 2018 at 5:13 am
Scents of affection
Spilling all over
my mind and soul
Heart hugs silence.
July 3rd, 2018 at 7:39 am
Wow.
July 27th, 2018 at 9:13 am
Thank you, Jean.
July 3rd, 2018 at 9:06 am
I liked the entire thought process and especially the way in which it was presented. Based on what I liked I have a few words to say
dried leaves
falling on green grass
tree growing old
July 27th, 2018 at 9:12 am
Thank you so much.
July 3rd, 2018 at 9:20 am
And the clock is ticking down…. Goosepimples!
July 27th, 2018 at 9:11 am
Quite right, Sabra. Ticking down for all of us. Thank you.
July 3rd, 2018 at 8:37 pm
Straddling the line between nurture and neglect… What a stunning thing to capture. Brava!
July 5th, 2018 at 9:45 am
So beautiful and perfect, Jennifer!
July 27th, 2018 at 9:09 am
Thank you so much for your kind words.
July 7th, 2018 at 1:57 pm
Some place between a smile and a grimace I find beauty here – Thanks! Jim