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Haiku my Heart #8

old stones still have life 
forever calling me home 
 window of escape

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Anonymous said…
Good morning,

Now don't be rash and go and live there.
Needs a lot of work :-)
26 November 2010 at 14:20
foxysue said…
Once bitten, twice shy!
26 November 2010 at 15:54
rebecca said…
lost in a sentimental morning...
right there beside you,
"little buddy".
xoxoxoxoxox,
rebecca
26 November 2010 at 16:42
deb did it said…
so pensive, so beautiful
26 November 2010 at 20:46
Kim Mailhot said…
This is such a beautiful reflection, Sue. And the words bring me right there...
Happy Friday to you !
27 November 2010 at 00:08
Carola Bartz said…
Just one word: beautiful.
27 November 2010 at 01:31
Ramesh Sood said…
They symbolise movement of life forward.. finally to sit and crave for their environs.. and they know.. stones know and wish they could feel too..or do they..
27 November 2010 at 04:04
Ramesh Sood said…
Is the moon enlightened by mere earthlings meanderings I wonder?
You will have to let me know

Thanks for your visit on my page and your comment which I have reproduced here.. well my answer..

Who Knows.. but every thing is possible in world of thoughts..every thing..so why not..
Well my thanks for truly being there and contemplating and enquiring.. that's how the world of bautiful thoughts would expand..Let us continue to practice Happiness.. Don't forget to visit tomorrow.. it SUNDAY.. OSI DAY.. I will be pouring my heart out..
27 November 2010 at 14:16
Meri said…
stones of castle walls
whisper stories of boastful
knights, fierce battles lost
27 November 2010 at 16:11
Anonymous said…
really like your 'ku.. a calming reflection as if breathing an eternity, waiting... almost naked
28 November 2010 at 01:34
Noelle Clearwater said…
I like this haiku and I am sorry it took me so long to get to it! There is a strength and a power in old stone buildings. They hold memory longer than other places, it seems and they certainly have a longer history. I was trying to ascertain if the life of building itself was maintained by the fact that it had the power to call you home, and the call itself was the actual mode of escape. I can understand that. Here is a present for you. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/print.html?id=181383
xoxo,
Noelle
28 November 2010 at 03:09
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