It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

WHISPERS OF SILENCE

 
old men playing chess
games are won and lost
without the creasing of brows

in tousled garden
where tall lalang runs amok
petite bonsai blooms

last call to board plane
at the back of jostling crowd
nun without luggage Posted by Picasa

9 comments:

Plus Ultra said...

Aurora, Andrew,Darma (in Malaysia), these three little haikus are for the three of you...may the silence that we all need reign in all our hearts and make us one, now and more so always beyond!

Anonymous said...

Thank you, Plus Ultra. And a very fine job you did! These are wonderful.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

They are wonderful! The first one is my favorite. :)

Pat Paulk said...

All three very good!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Nun without luggage, gotta love it! Fantastic, I'd like to put up a link!

Plus Ultra said...

Thanks, all you lovely people, your encouragement is greatly appreciated....Everytime I go to your blogs I am learning more about the art and science of poetry and I am learning so much from all of you...plus ultra, there is still more beyond and I am journeying towards that with all your help!

Plus Ultra said...

Hi Jon, I have a collection of old medical equipment....guess we can get together and create some installations art, entitled perhaps Antiques That Still Heals, How much do your pieces go for?

Unique Designs from Zazzle said...

nice -- we could all stand to crease our brows a little less

Neoma said...

i am very much enjoying your blog, wonderful pictures and words.