Three Blackbirds
daybreak's dewy fog
three blackbirds perch on pine--still
waiting for the sun.
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Good morning friends! I've been absent lately.
I feel guilty about it, like a student coming into class late with a tardy slip with the whole class watching.
I know it's not really like that.
You all know what it's like.
We all have busy lives and get caught up with other things--and rightly so. My 'other thing' is my novel. It's taken on a life of it's own; demanding much of my time and imagination. I feel like a young mother. Totally in love with this child and yet--wondering when and where does her normal life return?
We older women know the answer.
The normal life never returns.
I suspect this is true for the novelist. I'm thinking I'll probably have to change my format here on Whatsoever Things are Lovely. Maybe add the phrase..."and Brief."
So I wrote you this haiku...17 syllables long.
It came from an early morning walk I took with Baron the other day.
Please know that I'm still here...reading your blogs; sometimes commenting, sometimes not; but always savoring what feels like 'stolen moments' as I continue to nurse my novel to life.
Blessings!
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3 comments:
Love the haiku!
How lovely to read here today! I, like the blackbirds, wait for the sun too. It is cold and more snow is coming on Monday after some black ice last night. Lots of downer things for me in January but I too took out on a novel! I knew the emotion you spoke of!!! How wonderful for you...yes, do keep us posted as to how the writing goes! Oh, and one more thing...it is a year now and I still have my rash, about getting me down in December. As soon as spring gets here I am going to tackle a doctor again on this!
Debora, how wonderful that it's your writing that has kept you away from blogging! Don't let us (or any one or any thing) get in your way!! I know how difficult it is to try to juggle everything in your life, too. I'll be right here, sending you writely wishes and support!
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