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Haiku my Heart #19 Expanding Dreams

New Miniature Bag
Expanding Dream Container
Hangs Lightly on Heart 

For more Dear Hearts
Haiku Poetry


Anonymous said…
This is very creative. I've already shown it to Mrs S. Cute dream container too.

Have a good weekend, Boonie
Kim Mailhot said…
Gorgeous dream bag ! I can only imagine the dreams it contains !
Happy Friday, Sue !
Ramesh Sood said…
I find it very nice. enjoyed ..well thoughtout..
Hi Sue~ That iridescent gown in its spiral frame holding tightly the tiny metallic bag close to its heart coud only be for storing dreams! Notice how it grows larger as you add more dreams! I love the surreal fantasy and beauty of your haiku and art!
Unknown said…
Sue, this is stunning! Both the tiny bag and the wrapped body!!

Deann LMFT said…
gorgeous. I love the colors and that tiny little bag:-)
Anonymous said…
amazing how one's dreams capture a life still with sound...
rebecca said…
...such a perfect cocoon. iridescent like the inner most protected hearts of ocean shells.

your purse
hovers, floats, rises...protects your precious heart.

thank you for lifting me in your offering of beauty.
Grammy said…
Beautiful! Both your words and photos. : )
Anonymous said…
Hiya Sue,

I shall never think of saran wrap in quite the same way again:-)

Now that is what I call a creation...
Galliano, eat your heart out!
tami said…
so beautiful! a dream bag . . .
Meri said…
iridescent gown
fragile as butterfly wings
holds a fleet of dreams
Dearest Sue,
This is simply stunning. It is like an iridescent, Victorian version of the Dream Catcher. It is gentle, beautiful and filled with hope as are you.

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