tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post8013431220298314626..comments2009-01-11T21:18:47.270ZBeatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-89720536207562896842009-01-11T07:47:00.000Z2009-01-11T07:47:00.000Z

I came back to read more. I love the last line of this!

J. Andrew Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12567156257114496618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-84180405900733633452009-01-06T13:52:00.000Z2009-01-06T13:52:00.000Z

Beautiful Haiku..Beatrice, I just tried my hand at a french sonnet..do check it out :)

The Wandering Gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05499288251026874804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-71034225973539088172008-11-26T03:52:00.000Z2008-11-26T03:52:00.000Z

bittersweet.

Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234685896766888629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-20130639604316586492008-11-25T09:58:00.000Z2008-11-25T09:58:00.000Z

Thank you for yor comments, A&P, Princess Haiku, Petra, Chandini, Cynthia and dearest RDM.

Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-29819653751020364972008-11-24T18:34:00.000Z2008-11-24T18:34:00.000Z

i must echo princess haiku, there is a sense of the bittersweet here, a sadness .... maybe it is the empty promise.<BR/><BR/>so often people fail to follow up their promises. i'm finding this to be truer and truer as i grow older.<BR/><BR/>is it the times? the wisdom of age?<BR/>or the blessed ignorance of youth ...<BR/><BR/>xxx<BR/>rdm

red dirt mulehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939283533222061484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-26108067137824110482008-11-24T17:08:00.000Z2008-11-24T17:08:00.000Z

All promises are meant to be broken, and therein lies its beauty.

Chandini Santoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150207369779168000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-88030406329714972632008-11-24T01:03:00.001Z2008-11-24T01:03:00.001Z

Yes, the leaves fall like unkept<BR/>promises clothed in gold robes<BR/>to draw us in, again.<BR/>Very lovely Beatrice.

Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10598169309616545734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-86080135065576527422008-11-23T15:59:00.000Z2008-11-23T15:59:00.000Z

In such simplicity, a thunder of emotion, B.!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-46846276602280306932008-11-23T07:52:00.000Z2008-11-23T07:52:00.000Z

Poignant.

Princess Haikuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178263734982687383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-38667413816251038112008-11-22T19:44:00.000Z2008-11-22T19:44:00.000Z

Nice! a proper Haiku 5,7,5, perfect!

Art and Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01991284507367796696noreply@blogger.com