sweet as morning dew

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sweet as morning dew

sweet as morning dew

sipped from bending Lily lip-

swollen honey bee

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danmartyjake1 commented on sweet as morning dew

02-23-2011

You are def good at these and I really like the imagery on this one. The bee comes into full view. Well Done!

aw3haiku

02/23/2011

danmartyjake1 thank *you* very much. Glad you like it.

Tempestlady commented on sweet as morning dew

02-15-2011

Beautiful picture, beautiful imagery, and beuatiful words. Lovely piece. Write on...............Tlady

aw3haiku

02/16/2011

Thanks, Tlady!

RHPeat commented on sweet as morning dew

02-14-2011

Joyous, a smile begins in the bowels to uplift pulse. TFS A poet friend//RH Peat

aw3haiku

02/14/2011

thx, RH

cutbanksam commented on sweet as morning dew

02-13-2011

I like this one, very well put and evokes a sense of springtime

aw3haiku

02/13/2011

thank you, cutbanksam

Helios commented on sweet as morning dew

02-12-2011

I think we have discovered a poetic talent... I admire your use of imagery to infuse in the reader a subliminal feelings.

aw3haiku

02/13/2011

ty again, Helios. I believe, however, that those feelings are not subliminal but topical running throughout everything. I think we tend to "grow up" and suppress our connectivity to our emotional intelligence- that intuition and sense of connectedness with others and the world around us- to "feel" the meaning in a leadened sigh or the fading calls of dusk's passing geese.

Helios

02/13/2011

Sometimes, I feel the reader is the one who senses the subliminal in the [ sometimes common] actions around us. I agree strongly with your views of aesthetics surrounding and running throughout all beings, and that the heart and the mind has been seperated for too long. Please correct me if I'm wrong, I believe the emotional intelligence and the rational mind can be united in the perfect ideals, imagination. and faith [ not to mention love] . It is Reason that sometimes stops this perfect union by adding on technicalities. I should speak to you more often.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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