I have long considered the creative impulse to be a visit-a thing of grace perhaps. Not commanded, owned, so much as awaited, prepared for. A thing, also, of mystery.
Loreena McKennitt

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Monday, March 27, 2017

in between haiku


twilight
in this doorway,
spirits

12 comments:

  1. I love the feel of your haiku, Sandra, it complements the image wonderfully.

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  2. Thanks Petra. Some feel this special time of day, and others don't.

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    1. One of my favorite times of the day!

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  4. Spirits struck the light; never close that phantom's door; touch tomorrow's key

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    1. So true!, Again, we think alike.

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  5. Sandy,I love the photo and words too. What an atmosphere you've created.🌼

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    1. The atmosphere is there, Geraldine. I just acknowledged it.

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  6. twilight shadows fall
    misty clouds gather closely
    darkness swallows all~

    Beautiful haiku and a gorgeous photo... wow!!!

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  7. Love your haiku! That last line is a stunner!

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  8. this is beautiful!

    Love Jan's haiku also.

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  9. Thanks! The sky was very moody that evening.

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