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| Haiku authored ©Theda Bara |
I’m drawing the world with pens and pencils
My fingers slide across the screen in a hurry: I expect a message from the past
My longing is a bird’s feather dipped in India ink!
· 🎬 To friends who interact with me and like cinema and Haiku, leave a comment on my blog. Thanks!
Thank you, Theodosia! Stay healthy and be happy!
ReplyDeleteAcontecerá sair um quadro lindíssimo
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Cumprimentos cordiais e poéticos
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Anda comigo ver o Mar.
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Ese anhelo tiene visos de acabar siendo real. El pasado solo permanece mientras alguien lo recuerda y dibujar el mundo es una hazaña épica. Un abrazo
ReplyDeleteYour haikai is great, very well "designed"...
ReplyDeleteHave a good day.
Kisses.
So lovely! Yes, nothing like writing in bed. I have ink on my sheets 🖤
ReplyDeletehola
ReplyDeleteme ha gustado mucho tu escrito, me encantaría recibir un mensaje del pasado sobre todo de algunas personas que ya no están
Besotesssssssssssss
Me encanta, como siempre, maravillosa reflexión. Besos :D
ReplyDelete¡Hola preciosa!
ReplyDeleteQue lindo. Me encantaría pintar el mucho con un lápiz.
Que tengas un bonito día.
❀ Fantasy Violet ❀
Besotes! 💋💋
Un bonito poema que bien se pudo escribir con pluma de águila.
ReplyDeleteSaludos.
Theodosia,
ReplyDeleteMagnificent way of demonstrating the will to draw and write things from the past that inhabit his world today, and our world forever.
Kisses!!!
We write words with pencils, pens, feathers wet in India ink.
ReplyDeleteWith words coming from the hands of the heart
Memories, misses and hopes.
Hug and good weekend
Genial poema la comunicación y el poder de la palabra es tan grande. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteI liked your Haiku and everything I could read here.
ReplyDeleteI'll be back soon.
Hugs.
Mais um belo haiku aqui nos presenteias, amiga Theda.
ReplyDeleteUm excelente metáfora, com o desejo, a vontade, de pintar um mundo mais justo e mais colorido.
Gostei muito.
Votos de um excelente fim de semana!
Beijinhos.
Mário Margaride
http://poesiaaquiesta.blogspot.com
Vim retribuir a visita e conhecer o seu blogue
ReplyDeleteLembrei o poema de que me falou um amigo:
ReplyDeleteManhã
Deslumbro-me
de imenso
Giuseppe Ungaretti
Mattina
M’illumino
d’immenso
Giuseppe Ungaretti