doc benway Posted June 22, 2011 So as not to interrupt the haiku thread: Â Â All of being screams in order that the rainstorm may soak to the bone... 5 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
C T Posted June 22, 2011 ...ecstatically blissful and wet she tiptoed amongst the greenest bamboo grove; save for the whispers of old leaves and an old cricket's chirp the only other harmony she discerned was the faintest 'plip...plip...plip' as droplets of the softest rain trickled down a million hollow bamboos. 4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
strawdog65 Posted June 22, 2011 ...ecstatically blissful and wet she tiptoed amongst the greenest bamboo grove; save for the whispers of old leaves and an old cricket's chirp the only other harmony she discerned was the faintest 'plip...plip...plip' as droplets of the softest rain trickled down a million hollow bamboos. Â Clouds drifted across the night sky, The Moon heavy and full above, shafts of moonlight danced upon her skin, Water droplets glistening as she moved. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
dwai Posted June 23, 2011 So as not to interrupt the haiku thread: Â Â All of being screams in order that the rainstorm may soak to the bone... Â Bone turns to water Water turns into steam Steam rises up To answer those screams Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RiverSnake Posted June 25, 2011 Not much of a poet, but i was doing laying s-m this morning and somehow created this? Â Â A vortex spins A river flows All returns to one Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted June 26, 2011 (Hi Old Green! So nice meeting you last weekend...) Â Â From the void The sound; From sound The manifest. From manifest The sound returns To the void. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Aaron Posted June 26, 2011 the baby cries out and we listen and wonder what does she want now? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
