Frost finds lips
Lips find a buried voice –
Gasp of white flowers
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This poem was written for Carpe Diem “Sparkling Stars” #12, Tranström’s “Inner Voice”, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.
Well, Blake — every time I read this one I find a different meaning in it — and that is very, very appealing. 🙂
Thanks, Jen. This is the first haiku where I was very deliberate about adding other layers of meaning, so it’s what I like about it, too 🙂
You’re good. Very, very good. 🙂
Im thinking gardenia…
I’ll have to take your word for it – gardening and flowery questions are way outside my sphere of reference.
Lovely like a flower … many petals layered one inside another …
Oh what a lovely way to describe a haiku – I’m flattered 🙂 Thanks.
🙂 your very welcome Blake!
Wonderful … and beautiful
Thanks so much, Chèvrefeuille – that’s very high praise 🙂