an hoarfrost morning
the ghosts of my ancestors
drifting on chill winds
~Cie~
Notes:
I'm not entirely sure that this Haiku entirely plays by the classical rules. It doesn't lose its meaning for me when I flip the first and third lines, which is always the litmus test. However, for me the most important aspect of poetry is expressing the thought, not adhering to exact rules, so--you know me.
Lovely haiku. Have a grand weekend@
ReplyDeleteThank you. You as well!
DeleteThe image makes me shiver. The words invoke the presence of my ancient ancestors, as well.
ReplyDeleteI agree, it's such a vivid picture. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem!
DeleteI feel their presence... the ancestors, just at my shoulder, nudging me onward...
ReplyDeleteThey can be great guides when one opens one's soul to them, I think. I became a bit too mired in the material world for a time.
DeleteThis is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-D
DeleteHaiku, poem... it doesn't matter what you call it 'cause there's one overruling thing about it: it's beautiful! I like the ancient(Scandinavian?) feel of it. Hug from Holland.
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you to say! Thanks for visiting. :-)
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