tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post2032870684194675375..comments2009-04-30T14:41:24.576+01:00Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-1281825744198292462009-04-30T14:41:00.000+01:002009-04-30T14:41:00.000+01:00

Thanks for visiting, Tess

Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-42872629006936471722009-04-29T20:42:00.000+01:002009-04-29T20:42:00.000+01:00

love the pic and the haiku.

Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04518741453497496022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-19199292210704446162009-04-13T23:18:00.000+01:002009-04-13T23:18:00.000+01:00

Thank you all for reading, hope spring is proving a creative season for all of you.

Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-79062780777809992582009-04-08T12:07:00.000+01:002009-04-08T12:07:00.000+01:00

touched!!! .... god am i there in that haiku?

jyotsanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11348544707786355970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-38709276838318036752009-03-31T15:47:00.000+01:002009-03-31T15:47:00.000+01:00

Oh, I love doves. They cry so sadly as they wait for their mates. This is a great image.<BR/><BR/><BR/>love-bd

Beloved Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02625091389788114012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-60233286273421933702009-03-27T08:43:00.000Z2009-03-27T08:43:00.000Z

Beautiful!:)

Boruthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13990298332042076231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-11927403139565402492009-03-25T15:33:00.000Z2009-03-25T15:33:00.000Z

Nice one, Beatrice :)<BR/><BR/>wishes, <BR/>devika

Devikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02349153846127145464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-87340219079588969852009-03-24T16:54:00.000Z2009-03-24T16:54:00.000Z

Kalidas shot one of the two mating doves, and he was transformed from a demon into a poet. He wrote epic poems in Sanskrit.<BR/><BR/>Your verse is delirious with longing.

Chandini Santoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150207369779168000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-59283425472460778312009-03-23T18:45:00.000Z2009-03-23T18:45:00.000Z

I sat on the deck one afternoon watching a pair of doves walking side by side across the grass. It was dove season and my Grandson shot one of them. Not maliciously or with cruelty... It was the season and he and my husband were barbequeing dove for dinner that night. But as I watched the one left behind while her mate fell, my heart felt a twinge of sadness for the one remaining alone.<BR/>if

mysticgmekeeprhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12005968619382836095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-85996106814242571082009-03-23T05:12:00.000Z2009-03-23T05:12:00.000Z

ahhh .... lucky dove to be mated ... or not?<BR/><BR/>self-love may be just the thing for me, at the moment.<BR/><BR/>miss you, too!<BR/>and i AM 'listening' - not with eyes or ears - but heart, <BR/>to your heart words.<BR/><BR/>xoxox<BR/><I>lolita</I>

lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08585018063534320564noreply@blogger.com