People First, software second - Since 1985...
Menu
- October 29, 2020
- 9 Comments
- Haiku
- Juma
Haiku
Dandelion Promise
Featured Recording
Become a PatronHelp support our family-friendly mission
Most Commented Posts
Recent Comments
Sharing a Post
Why do my friends need to SignIn to read the post I shared?
Actually, this is a voting security feature. During public voting, only club members can read posts submitted for that contest. Since anyone reading the story is able to vote (click the Like button), we reserve these capabilities to members who SignIn. Before we implemented this security feature, people were voting multiple times and making the public voting process unfair and out of balance. To fix this, our staff finally decided to allow only members who SignIn to read the stories. Membership is free and easy, and ensures our club is safe, secure, and family-friendly!
Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
This is so beautiful. I love the first line and wanted to blow all the seeds away.
Thank you so much Genya. I too want to blow the seeds away! I look forward to reading new haiku from members. It’s such a lovely art form.
It is light, It flows, it grows, just like Seed.
Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
Hi Eric – You’ve answered a short poem with another short poem. Lovely!
This reminds me of the proverb ‘mighty oaks from little acorns grow’. Lovely words.
Thank you so much, Carrie. I wanted to remind myself (and others) that the eternal cycles of nature continue during these strange times. If we stay attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, we can indeed relax and trust. We’re in good hands.
Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
The true magic of a story happens after you finish reading and you start thinking about every word and meaning behind it. Thank you for such gift!
Juma, do you mind if I post my poem on your page? I wouldn’t do it when your story had just been placed, and was up for comments.
But your picture reminded me of my first ever poem when I went back to college late in life. I wrote it on the last day of the class before we all said our goodbyes….
The Journey.
Dandelion seed, your wistful journey into the unknown, blown by the irresponsible wind, your final resting place unknown.
To grow or wither, or stony ground – no petals for you.
From flower to flower leaping, living in the eleventh hour, no time to waste, no idle rest, his only aim to fulfill his quest, how I admire that busy bee, he rides the winds like surfers upon the stormy sea.
This is our journey, your path, we are drawn together by the seeds of learning, and held together by the threads of friends formed. ..
That is beautiful, Eric. Thanks for sharing it!
Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.