nature fights fences
water breaks stone, mountains fall
free spirits roam
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Inspired by the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #441, ghost-written by Managua Gunn,
in honor of International Romany Day, April 8, a holiday of which I was previously unaware.
Follow the link if you want to hear more about the Roma or the holiday.
24 thoughts on “Spirit Roams Haiku”
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Excellent! “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, / That sends the frozen ground swell under it, / And spills the upper boulders in the sun.”
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Oh, yes! That is beautiful. The very ground rises up against it. 🙂 Is that your writing or is it a quote?
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Brenda, what is that a revised addition of rock, paper, scissors?? Take care, Bill
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LOL That’s right, I win!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks!!
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Freedom’ s song is so tantalizing. Oh for the open road…
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And my house going with me. 🙂
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You paint the free spirit so well. I hope they are as free.. the one begging here in Sweden seem quite the opposite.
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Sometimes our stomachs or misfortunes ground our bodies, but surely even then, our spirits can still be free. I hope he can improve his lot, he must feel pretty sad and hopeless to resort to begging.
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Love this picture. That fence looks so firm, but mother nature is already breaking it down.
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Thanks! I was amazed at how covered in lichen the fence was. 🙂
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I love the message your words have, may our spirits always roam free. Powerful haiku 🙂 x
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Thanks! Our spirits should be free. 🙂
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Yes, their free spirits indomitable. And there in lies the beauty of the Roma.
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Yes, a long, unbroken line of people who have known what they wanted.
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That is so powerful – a testament of truth. I think that’s the bottom line really, and of course we must all apply this to what we hold dear.
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Great prompt, I’ve always found the idea of the open road appealing. But only if I can take my house with me, like baba yaga, or the travelers with their clever wooden houses. Just dance and spin like the wind.
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there is no holding mother nature back )
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That’s right!! Someday all this will be sand. 🙂
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Great words, Brenda!
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Thanks!
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So cool.
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Thanks!
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