Photo of a pair of shoes in the grass. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Burn over burn (Photo credit: U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service – Northeast Region)
Slivers of burnt green
now brown, maudlin, droopy, still
no love, death, hope lost.
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Shoes covering feet
where once toes played in the sand
utter confinement.
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Beautiful… we must have had similar thoughts on this one. Loved it.
Eliz
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Walking bare feet on the grass is not only soothing but also enjoyable. Nice Haiku.
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There’s something about green grass that tickles the feet to come out of the shoes and enjoy the freshness…Loss of hope can take away color of life drastically. Nicely done Laurie, loved both of your takes
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loved yours as well. tried to “like it” but couldn’t so I thought I’d write to tell you.
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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Thanks you Laurie, keep dropping by:)
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Birth, death and, I believe, even grass participates in the hope of loving regeneration.
Great thought provoking (at least for me) haiku
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I agree with utter confinement, I hate shoes !
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I love your take on the prompt. My feet demand to be barefoot in the grass when the warm breezes of summer have come. Lovely!
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I like your take on the prompt. Shoes are very confining after the freedom of having ones toes play in the sand.
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Lovely take on the prompt Laurie. The first one is my favourite.
Inviting you to go through mine at
http://geetaavij.wordpress.com/2013/11/03/its-beautiful-its-troubling-its-addictive-its/
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