Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
Those who plant the trees
To grow inquisitive roots
Will never know shade
Excuse my misleading tags: WordPress is now having an invisible man hissy fit. I cannot see or delete what I am typing for them… hence my absence, among other things.
Dreams are hard to chase
Streaks of painted night run clear
Untied hands create
Day 54 /365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog
Picture: Thank you, Paul Militaru.
Oh, my weeping willow
don’t spread your tears apart,
keep count of all the strings
to your heart.
So precious – your long and tender
reaches as curiosity flourishes closer
to the impressionist vacuum, which flaunts
your ersatz beauty above its murky depths
to make you sorrowful and ponder
its reasoning while your replication
is contemplative trail.
Sleep, my weeping willow,
sobbing south to face the marsh skies;
be weary now – you’ve earned it,
when you cry.