savoring your voice
longing opened nights window
even flowers spoke
***
my heart is stirred with insatiable longing
when holidays bring us all together.
i sit, drinking in all the voices of those i love and hold dear.
somewhere in the cherishing, this reverie
slips beyond the here and now,
laughter, and traditions,
to gather close all those
departed.
even this morning,
alone at the now quiet table
i
sit....
conversing with souls.
***
who's haiku-ing your heart this morning?
I play, you play,
We all play with colouring.
Windows open, flowers by the bed,
or wherever, what more could anyone want :-)
Posted by: joco | November 26, 2010 at 09:48 AM
What? You did not know
that it was I you savored
after the night rain?
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | November 26, 2010 at 10:06 AM
'Course I did, dear. That's why I put it up today. And very impressed by your work I am too. I was thinking on it when I made the collage.
Posted by: joco | November 26, 2010 at 10:08 AM
I am drinking in the afterjoy of a wonderful family day ...thank you for this play!
Posted by: deb taylor | November 26, 2010 at 10:13 AM
Dear Rebecca, how did you know I was conversing with my Mom as I cooked the dressing yesterday using the recipe she served for so many years. Then, there were the candied sweet potatoes from Dad's own recipe. Today, I spoke with a faraway friend who is visiting the casino this afternoon. I just know that phone call was my best gambling buddy from so long ago whose life was cut short telling me to have a great weekend! Thanks for this beautiful post. In our waking and sleeping, dearly departed loved ones always visit from time to time. HUGS!
Posted by: Marilyn | November 26, 2010 at 10:18 AM
Rebecca, I reposted today's link on Mr. Linky. My first post was linking to a couple of weeks ago. I hope this one works about today's shopping! Thanks! Marilyn
Posted by: Marilyn | November 26, 2010 at 10:22 AM
I always love The Table on the next day ..... There are lingering moments there .... You've captured it beautifully with simple words ....
Posted by: Kim andersen | November 26, 2010 at 10:24 AM
This is a lovely post, as all of yours are.
Re, "who's haiku-ing your heart this morning?": ....You are.
My flowers spoke once. They begged me, "Please don't smoke us...." - and of course I didn't.
Have a lovely day, Boonie
Posted by: Boonie | November 26, 2010 at 10:28 AM
It was not a traditional Thanksgiving but lots of thanks being given as Mr R is on the move!!
enjoy this weekend
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | November 26, 2010 at 11:00 AM
It's the hearts that make it, isn't it , Lovely Rebecca ! Big Love to you on this days after.
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | November 26, 2010 at 11:24 AM
I, too, have been revisiting the lingering moments of family. Lovely, and soul-stirring, as always.
Deb
Posted by: Deborah | November 26, 2010 at 11:58 AM
Those flowers are out of this world they speak to me too!
Sue x
Posted by: Sue fox | November 26, 2010 at 12:43 PM
Beautiful post Miss Lovely! I miss my mom. I always do on Thanksgiving and all holidays. I had a wonderful warm time with friends but her presence is always missed. She was my whole family really. Those dear to us are always at the table whether we see them or not. Beautiful reminder. Thank you!
xoxo,
Noelle
Posted by: noelle | November 26, 2010 at 12:43 PM
I am loving your Haiku. The fresh breeze can make your soul sing.
And your photos from Mexico....ahhh...so jealous! And so beautiful
Posted by: Brenda Seaholm-Wampler | November 26, 2010 at 01:24 PM
I am letting you
Haiku your beautiful heart
While I rest from dance.
Posted by: Ms. Moon | November 26, 2010 at 03:08 PM
This is beautiful and nostalgic. It brings back all kinds of memories, bittersweet and unforgettable. The image is lovely as well.
Posted by: LulĂș | November 26, 2010 at 03:14 PM
we do indeed taste
all the flavors of longing
this warm gratitude...
xox - eb.
Posted by: eb | November 26, 2010 at 06:06 PM
I am sure flowers must have smiled listening back from you.. thanks Rebecca..for this space.. it inspires so much..
Do visit for some more Moon..
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | November 26, 2010 at 09:01 PM
When my mother gave the blessing over our meal on Thursday, my heart and mind went to that one particular soul for whom I long daily...thank you for sharing that you felt it, too, for those you love.
Posted by: Karen Gerstenberger | November 26, 2010 at 09:42 PM
Please just read Haiku (about Jeannies (My 2 Cents- Cat- and don't look at rest of post!
J I forgot it was Haiku Friday and this is awesome!
John
Posted by: John Mc | November 27, 2010 at 02:16 AM
Conversing with spirits, especially around these holiday times, is a regular occurance for me. Your words give it a soothing ring. I didn't do haiku this week. No energy lately. I'll try to visit all of the regulars. I love them all and would miss them if I didn't try to go to each and every one.
We need to talk about the Saints before December first. I'll e-mail.
Peace to all
Posted by: Spadoman | November 27, 2010 at 06:04 AM
love the electric lady land photo... and the night air's voice... it is hard not to howl within.... i use to love to set the table for thanksgiving, no one was around, i could savor the moment over prayers and blessings for all who attended the meal...
Posted by: ms pie | November 27, 2010 at 04:28 PM