cold fireplace –
I light it up
with the letters from you
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Magdalena Banaszkiewicz
Magdalena is living in a small house in a Polish village. She was a teacher, but now she's taking care of children. She's fond of poetry, hatha yoga and alternative medicine. She also creates and solve charades.
Contact: mabana1 at wp dot pl
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Oh, I like this. It can be read from many different emotional angles.
Magdelena – This one is perfect. I have read it four times and find that it means something a bit different to me each time I read it. That is the power of haiku! And you are quite the artist! :)
Thank you for sharing your work, please keep it coming. -Felica Sah
manu, interesting concept. i’m the romantic, after a moment, the years do fade. are you saying her(flower, one of the participants) beauty has been well-preserved, and she’s just as lovely as ever. rather than telling(met), bring it to the present. concerning your (moment), i’ve been there.
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fossil flower–
our eyes embracing
after years of silence
Among many things that I meant 1 was definitely that like a fossil what is gone is gone forever… atleast in my case I found out that a relationship couldn’t be revived though memories were there… just like a fossil
& flower in the ‘fossil flower’ means that fond (flower is lovely) memories or lovely memories will forever remain.
manu, there are at least 2 ways of perceiving fossil. 1. life ceased, impression remains; 2. life isn’t extinct(i like extant); youth, a faded memory. “couldn’t”? there’s wouldn’t, didn’t, & shouldn’t; in each, memories persist.
it is said, “one can never go home”; i say, at least try. manu, forgive the speculation; a mind does wander.
Oh, I like this. It can be read from many different emotional angles.
That’s cold, girl. ;) I like it.
These lines may be given many interpretations…
a very good work!
Magdalena; to your fine lines, my humble response.
words ablaze…
she quenched the whirling flames
with tears
_M
Wet twigs in fireplace
your letters burn quite slowly
cold chill lingers on
I enjoyed the ambiguity.
Hello M!
Your latest Haiku TW is a powerful haiku which found a resonance in my heart.
Am forced to share my own Haiku somewhat on similar lines.
their eyes met
Fourteen years of silence
a fossil flower
Plz comment on mine too.
Best
M
darken fireplace-
soot stained fingers
sift through letters ashes
Magdelena – This one is perfect. I have read it four times and find that it means something a bit different to me each time I read it. That is the power of haiku! And you are quite the artist! :)
Thank you for sharing your work, please keep it coming. -Felica Sah
Manu Kant,
Maybe the 1st line for a specific meeting?
Make it fourteen, & perhaps bring in fossil flower more,
for example…
museum meeting-
fourteen years of silence
in a fossil flower
Coincidently, here’s another “fourteen”
fourteen summers
the glue remains
of a paper heart
Tinywords, August 2006
The Haiku Calendar 2004
Snapshots Press ISBN 1-9035
manu, interesting concept. i’m the romantic, after a moment, the years do fade. are you saying her(flower, one of the participants) beauty has been well-preserved, and she’s just as lovely as ever. rather than telling(met), bring it to the present. concerning your (moment), i’ve been there.
–
fossil flower–
our eyes embracing
after years of silence
I love this haiku. It speaks to everyone.
after sixty years
an email and faded photo
of the two of us
sparks of light
burning love letters
your shadow on the wall
Hello Richardson!
Among many things that I meant 1 was definitely that like a fossil what is gone is gone forever… atleast in my case I found out that a relationship couldn’t be revived though memories were there… just like a fossil
& flower in the ‘fossil flower’ means that fond (flower is lovely) memories or lovely memories will forever remain.
Manu
manu, there are at least 2 ways of perceiving fossil. 1. life ceased, impression remains; 2. life isn’t extinct(i like extant); youth, a faded memory. “couldn’t”? there’s wouldn’t, didn’t, & shouldn’t; in each, memories persist.
it is said, “one can never go home”; i say, at least try. manu, forgive the speculation; a mind does wander.
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spring
once more–
the heart remembers