~Corinne~ Love grows on the wing Dove takes journey from closed hand Freedom to touch again...
Ok I know he's lost it with this haiku stuff. Dovetailing is very sweet, your writing is always different. A true painter of life. It sounds like your in love. Its always the sweet ones falling in love somewhere else.
This is so gently expressed...but I felt a sadness, reading this poem, as though it spoke of losing one's "self" slowly. I'm sure it is purely my own perception that found a sadness here, but regardless, it is a beautiful piece of writing.
state of confusion
Rockin' quite well here! I agree with Severn, (don't tell her that,) that there's an underlying sense of saddness here. I choose to see that as the sense of loss over the exclusivity of self being replaced by the wonder of a joining. Though that joining is sought after, there's still hat feeling of sadness over losing somethign. Well done, I like this much especially how you chose to end it!