61st birthday– making the plum jelly a little sweeter
—Marjorie Buettner
Issue 12.1 | 9 November 2012
Lovely…
I love this! Immediate delight and a chuckle. It is homey and warm. So nice! yeah…sweet!
Because I am also 61 and one doesn't often see a haiku addressing this age. . .I love this poem and will post it to FB.
Well done, Marjorie. So gently done.
in a tea room overlooking winter's lake sixty-nine tomorrow
(World Haiku Review Haiku of Merit, January 2011)
Lovely to read these wonderful comments…thanks to everyone and thanks to tinywords for posting!
Beautiful picture in 9 words! Good job.
love yr jux here marjorie & having passed that point am (now) looking forward to sweetness increasing.
Delicious image . . . so full of joy!
Delightfully tasty little haiku!
counting my age in crows; at sixty-five they slip away, the black of them near end of day
I love jam for my toast, and wish I could spread this haiku for breakfast. Enjoyed.
Alan
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November 9th, 2012 at 12:29 pm
Lovely…
November 9th, 2012 at 12:50 pm
I love this! Immediate delight and a chuckle. It is homey and warm. So nice!
yeah…sweet!
November 9th, 2012 at 12:59 pm
Because I am also 61 and one doesn't often see a haiku addressing this age. . .I love this poem and will post it to FB.
November 9th, 2012 at 1:30 pm
Well done, Marjorie. So gently done.
November 9th, 2012 at 2:03 pm
in a tea room
overlooking winter's lake
sixty-nine tomorrow
(World Haiku Review Haiku of Merit, January 2011)
November 9th, 2012 at 2:54 pm
Lovely to read these wonderful comments…thanks to everyone and thanks to tinywords for posting!
November 9th, 2012 at 3:44 pm
Beautiful picture in 9 words! Good job.
November 9th, 2012 at 5:18 pm
love yr jux here marjorie & having passed that point am (now) looking forward to sweetness increasing.
November 9th, 2012 at 10:01 pm
Delicious image . . . so full of joy!
November 10th, 2012 at 2:07 am
Delightfully tasty little haiku!
November 10th, 2012 at 10:41 am
counting my age
in crows; at sixty-five
they slip away,
the black of them
near end of day
November 12th, 2012 at 9:28 am
I love jam for my toast, and wish I could spread this haiku for breakfast. Enjoyed.
Alan