Gone down, I thought–
’til the moon emerged again
between clouds
~ Shua*
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*cited:
Haiku Before Haiku
Steven D Carter
Gone down, I thought–
’til the moon emerged again
between clouds
~ Shua*
Visit The Daily Press @WordPress.Com to participate and/or view additional images submitted for this week’s photo challenge: between
*cited:
Haiku Before Haiku
Steven D Carter

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ripples on water
mingling with ships and masts
an ever-changing canvas
A reflection of the harbor along Toronto’s waterfront
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My happiness
I find
In filling my emptiness.
My emptiness
I create
In seeking happiness.
~Gopal Honnalgere*
Visit The Daily Post @WordPress.com to view this week’s challenge: Split-Second Story…become “a documentary photographer and attempt to capture a candid moment of a person, place, or thing. Put your National Geographic hat on and tell a story by documenting a moment in time through a single image. Capture the thrill of a skate park, or the calmness of a café patio. Let your imagination inspire and guide you.”
cited:
fire in the sea
An Anthology of Poetry and Art
Sue Cowing
…and may we in that moment of “external” silence also hear a peaceful quiet within
For cicada
the branches of a single tree
are a forest grove.
~Socho*
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*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Steven Carter
…from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.*
*cited:
In Search of Lost Time
Vol I
Swann’s Way
pp 59-60
Marcel Proust
Trans: C.K. Scott Moncrieff
In my secret heart
I give thanks
To my children
On a frosty night
~Issa*
For this week’s photo challenge, share your interpretation of “on the move.” You can be the subject of your image, or you might want to experiment with movement or transportation in a different way.
*cited
The Year of My Life
Trans: Oraga Haru
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