cobwebs in the eyes
and the cobwebs in the head
where is the spider
a trapped dragonfly
flutters in a spider's web
the storm sets it free ..
{ ' wistful ' _ haiku bones/ -1 }
never a season
this is no season for war
a happy christmas ..
/ original / zg
These are all so good...thank you Insanity! ;-)
ReplyDeletehi nancy ,
ReplyDeletein my rare moments of sanity , i am also known as - z.g.
[ but what's in a name , for u say this in - sanity ~ piacere ]
Another good one here too. If the wind blow just right we can, in fact, be set free.
ReplyDeleteBlow, winds of change!
ReplyDeleteSuperb. The third one, wistful, speaks so strongly to a situation once started is terribly difficult to stop. Well written, as always.
ReplyDeleteyou have more of those rare moments than the average person, zg....
ReplyDeleteThanks for these--and happy Christmas to you as well--
All of these are so full of the eye of the artist... a lovely eye it is.
ReplyDeleteSo true, and I am wistful thinking about the evil which makes us fight.
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard the term- cobwebs in my eyes since I was a kid. Wow, does that bring back memories!
ReplyDeleteLove dragonflies, that second one was special.
wonderful how the poems drift into each other and how the movement goes from static to breaking loose. Namaste
ReplyDeleteNamastey Dra. Gautam !! Both works are of exceedingly fineness. Oh how we mirror the constant war of love and death between plant and the relentless insects - the desparate signals of plant pain and the daring rescue of the leaf by the dragonfly imago - this is the Zen - the lightning of salutary bloodlet. All too true and so well put. Sincere, Walky Soto
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