Babies in their cribs,
or a wind that scrubs the air –
all breath is music.
(Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
(Inspiration comes
from the Latin spirare.
To breathe – to create.)
or a wind that scrubs the air –
all breath is music.
(Thanks to the women of One Deep Breath
for their continuing inspiration.)
(Inspiration comes
from the Latin spirare.
To breathe – to create.)
How perfect your words, to breathe is to create. Great haiku!
ReplyDelete"a wind that scrubs air..." that's a fascinating turn of phrase...
ReplyDeleteJust lovely! Love the piccie, too!
I love the picture, it makes your haiku sing. :)
ReplyDelete"a wind that scrubs air..." -- beautiful. May I share this with others - with credit of course.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, friends.
ReplyDeleteKimberley, share away! (The easiest way to do this, I think, is to send the "permalink," which will bring people directly to this post (as opposed to the site in general, since my content changes fairly frequently).
The permalink for this post is http://butwait.blogspot.com/ 2007/03/haiku-breath.html (remove the space) and you can usually get that by clicking on the time-stamp at the bottom of any given post... the url that then appears in your browser window is the permalink. Apologies if this is all very old news to you; I am making some assumptions based on the relatively recent "born on" date of your blog, Tender Thistles, where I learned about Visual DNA today.
Wind with a scrub sound was very cool! Very cute musician ;)
ReplyDeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteAnd just look at those baby cheeks!
Wonderful poem, and what a cutie!
ReplyDeleteA very different take on the prompt--so refreshing :D
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDelete"wind that scrubs the air" is wonderful. The photo is adorable.
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