Whisp Ering

ce...llo...pia...no... voices speaking...in shadow... at...smooth jazz cafe'... the lighting...is low... patrons pace... quiet and slow... nothing's...not ok... echoes of...the strings... reveal...out of box windows... sonar...on a world... coffee...dreams...music... bat eyes on a world...on low... no-go speed...they say... time has its rhythms... reality its om... music is vision... and... the noise... all gone... sand

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/18/2018 7:44:00 PM

This is so interesting how you patterned it. I enjoyed the way it just whispers its way off at the end!!

Sand Blown
Date: 11/18/2018 9:16:00 PM

thanks...the pattern was there but the wording could have been better...(the whispers got a little loud : )

Susan Ashley

Date: 11/18/2018 1:19:00 PM

Your beautiful and rhythmic haiku strand sings in soft whispers, Sand. I loved the lovely dreamy atmospheric imagery.. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Susan Ashley
Date: 11/18/2018 4:39:00 PM

Ohhh, I love your reply to my comments, Sand.. very thoughtful and intriguing..

Sand Blown
Date: 11/18/2018 4:02:00 PM

thanks...there's nothing like a dream to lend depth to a reality, a depth not limited by perception via eye

Line Gauthier

Date: 11/18/2018 11:10:00 AM

Lovely rhythm, Sand. Superbly constructed.

Sand Blown
Date: 11/18/2018 3:38:00 PM

thanks for overlooking the flaws : )