This Thing
Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2003 12:43 pm
A quiet day
until
a noise
came and ruined it.
until
a noise
came and ruined it.
A quiet day becomes
A noisy day, then gone
Everything – arising, staying, going
Beautifully
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2003 5:00 pm
Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2003 5:08 pm
Welcome, Blah Blah 
It's truly a wonderful community you've become a part of,
and I hope you'll be an active member, sharing poetry, comments, criticism, and peace..
Thanks for the poem!
~Taigaku
It's truly a wonderful community you've become a part of,
and I hope you'll be an active member, sharing poetry, comments, criticism, and peace..
Thanks for the poem!
~Taigaku
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2003 4:25 am
This is a strange poem but the more I looked at it I began to see the humor in it.
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2003 7:39 pm
thank you for the generosity of your responses, T & J.
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2003 8:54 pm
Dear BB ~
It would be great if you would join "us" [me being a reader
] on the Haiku thread, and continue sharing even more there. So often, in my world, the days are barely into their mornings before the noises come. The birds, of course, are never considered noises 
. I also really like the way Taigaku showed the cyclic nature of the day[s], and just being 
.
~ Lizzytysh
It would be great if you would join "us" [me being a reader
] on the Haiku thread, and continue sharing even more there. So often, in my world, the days are barely into their mornings before the noises come. The birds, of course, are never considered noises . I also really like the way Taigaku showed the cyclic nature of the day[s], and just being .~ Lizzytysh