Friday, July 14, 2006

Summer Haiku
By Don Iannone

1
flute sounds drift lonely
pagoda releases peace
time loses meaning

2
wild rose buds unfold
one thorn plucks out another
handle life gently

3
redemption draws nigh
black birds silhouette the sky
light slips through darkness
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14 comments:

Margie said...

Gosh... how do you do it?
loved these!
Maybe I will write a poem about
a mountain when I am on vacation.

10:03 PM
Kai said...

thank u so much.
just wrote it a few hours ago.

nice haiku

10:07 PM
Kathleen said...

Beautiful Don..!
hmmmm... one thorn plucks out another... intereting!

1:18 AM
Unknown said...

Yes, a very beautiful Haiku poem Don. I myself don't know much about poetry, but at least, I enjoy yours very much reading them.

And yes, may that day come soon that all of us will find his/her way towards redemption. May thorns be plucked out and the blackness in a man's life become only just a tiny silhouette in the far far distance of time to the benefit of the flute and the pagoda wherein time becomes timeless.

May we all speedily experience such a wonderful moment as everyone of us has it in his/her own hands to bring it near or not.

4:12 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Margie...How? Just do. How about you? You're firing them out at a steady clip. Yes, mountain...especially since you live in Colorado.

4:16 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Kathleen...the thorn idea hails from retreating Dan. I just figured a way to use it in poetry. Thanks.

4:17 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Jon Cox...thank you and welcome to Conscious Living.

4:18 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Kai...you are quite prolific and inspire us all...sincerely.

4:19 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Bernadette...thank you and nice follow-on. There is poetry in you. I can tell. Just let it flow without judgment.

4:21 AM
iamnasra said...

After I read your Haiku I had a thought to share with you

Tale of roses
Cries with dew abundance
Yet blossoms with sunshine

4:22 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

You're welcome Gangadhar. Makes me sad to think so many beautiful people were lost. May their souls sing sweetly in the next step of their journey.

8:04 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

iamnasra...thank you, and such sweet words...like nectar. Any word from Amias?

8:06 AM
Plus Ultra said...

Thanks, Don. Enjoyed your verses, especially that on silence, I have one entitled The Kingdom Of Decimated Bells (decibels...!) in May, check it out. Yes, we need to learn to get beyond ourselves, there is always always more beyond......bless you Don.

10:27 AM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Plus Utra. Live the poetic being you are. Blessings.

8:27 PM

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