Haiku # 7

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Water from the rooftop
Mixed with oil on the asphalt
created instant beauty

Photo: SBess

Comments

Babz Rawls Ivy said…
Just the right sort of rainy day poem I needed...a haiku.

Thank you.
Monday, April 20, 2009 1:30:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
LB-
This rain caused me to write something short and sweet. I'm glad you can appreciate it. :)
Monday, April 20, 2009 1:40:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I like the texture of this one.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 1:03:00 PM
Rethabile said…
I've seen this many many times: rainbow on tar. Nicely put.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 6:58:00 PM
cat said…
So beautifully written,and the picture is great with it! Have a great weekend!!!
Friday, April 24, 2009 12:05:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
ninamm-
Thank you.

Rethabile-
Yep, it's a beautiful mess.

Cat-
Yes, the young lady took a nice photo. Thanks Cat. Good to see your name here. I hope that you are well.
Friday, April 24, 2009 1:53:00 PM
neena maiya (guyana gyal) said…
Ahhh, lovely!

The best kind of rain is the soft, drizzly one.
Saturday, April 25, 2009 10:54:00 AM
Iam Robert said…
And so it should be with America. Looking at the photo, you see many base colors coming together to form entirely different hues. It is these hues that are truly beautiful. So too should it be in America, a nation of many different people, religions, and cultures. I hope now, in 2009 we can all realize that and carry on with the work that needs to be done. Today, at this point in history, is our (America's) rainy day, but as this photo illustrates, all need not be lost because it is only on rainy days (tough times), that the colors run together and form the beauty we so admire on sunny days.
I think this photo is a wonderful way to illustrate this point.
God Bless
Sunday, April 26, 2009 1:57:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
GG-
I agree. It feels nice on my bald head. :)

IamRob-
Wow! I like your thoughts on that image. Your ideals about race and unity reminds me of what the Harlem Renaissance writer, Jean Toomer said. He was lamenting about this in the 1920s -- way before his time. Thanks for stopping through.
Sunday, April 26, 2009 6:12:00 PM
Lyrically speaking said…
You're on a roll, lol, this is sweet! Reminds me of a canvas
Monday, April 27, 2009 11:13:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Hiya Stephen, hope your good. Love this one.I have not written a Haiku for a little while now - you are inspiring me.
Thursday, May 07, 2009 5:47:00 AM
Stephen A. Bess said…
Cathy-
Thanks, maybe I'll do one more and take off.

Lisaacs-
Thanks and just like you inspired me I return the inspiration. :)
Thursday, May 07, 2009 11:15:00 AM
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