We look away for
an instant, only to find
that our ship has sailed.
This Haiku was written for One Deep Breath.
Photo at Luxeumbourg Gardens, Paris.
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Brilliant haiku and photo accompaniment. Very moving.
Posted by: Willow Grace | 10 June 2006 at 10:50
great haiku - carpe diem? what a lovely photo, nice subject, good range of tones and hues and an excellent composition!
Posted by: ian russell | 08 June 2006 at 10:16
Lovely haiku, great photo.
Posted by: sheela | 06 June 2006 at 16:25
So much in that "'moment!"
Excellent match between illistration and poetry
Posted by: endment | 06 June 2006 at 04:14
On so many levels, your words touch me! This is a lovely poem. I thank you for sharing it! xo
Posted by: Cate | 06 June 2006 at 03:36
Beautiful Haiku! I checked out the others...fun! Thanks for the pictures and history!
Posted by: Tammy | 06 June 2006 at 03:07
love this photo and your poem is such a good reminder to me about time, about cherishing my children's childhood. So glad you shared with us today.
Posted by: jennifer | 06 June 2006 at 02:25
This compact poem evokes a flood of meaning, Tara...the loss of one's own youth, the feelings of your child growing up and leaving home, the general fragility of life..and on and on.
And this to me is the beauty of poetry...that some poems can give meaning that the poet perhaps did not even consciously interject but nevertheless inspires.
Posted by: susan | 06 June 2006 at 01:26
Lovely photo, and such true words! Thanks for reminding me once again to be attentive to every moment.
Posted by: becca | 05 June 2006 at 22:42
I love this picture and the focused intensity of this child spinning his sailing dream. Beautiful Tara.
Posted by: AnnieElf | 05 June 2006 at 19:35