Friday, August 10, 2012

peat



mourning doves' gray calls
resound over centuries -
hollow pre-dawn mist

Linking to Haiku My Heart Friday

16 comments:

  1. I feel like I know about these doves. A few feed inn my yard each day. I hear their soothing cooing sound. It is only what mankind has done that changes as nature stands steady and constant. Beautiful.

    Peace

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  2. You create an excellent atmosphere in this.

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  3. are these 'morning' doves also? haiku is a lovely picture to imagine

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  4. There is mystery in your haiku, as well as mist. I appreciate both.

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  5. I love early morning mist and the dove's call.

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  6. I love how the doves disappear into the mist, only to reappear in your haiku...

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  7. Those calls are like that, for sure. Timeless and eternal become synonyms at that time.

    (Bruce, your prompt, bathing, is up at OSI this Sunday. Would you send me a poem and image for the home page?)

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  8. Wonderfully crafted haiku. Strong image, mysterious and mystical. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. i love the presence of something so soft
    and ephemeral
    traveling across all time.

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  10. 'resound over centuries'
    brings in scene lots that is not put in words but is there. Lovely Haiku.

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  11. You put it nicely, Bruce. I always felt sorry for those mourning doves.

    Thank you for the nice OSI prompt this week. We have quite few 'bathing' beauties already.
    ..

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  12. I will think about those mournful calls at pre dawn from now on. Such a tactile haiku.

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  13. I love to hear the mourning doves! Nice Haiku.

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