reckless tangled strands
tamed comb of distraction
memories palace
***
i hope your hair is tangled
for all the right reasons...
new to haiku?
please join our nod to simplicity...
loving all your small holy fires, thank you for being here
week after week.
someone new blew in last week barely noticed,
slipping in on a sunday.
it happens...the wave of friday haiku have come in a flurry
and sailed on to their weeks..
please allow me to introduce
i hope you will offer your
welcome and encouragement to
support her commitment to capture everyday this year
haiku by haiku.
thanks.
off to the studio...if i have not made it to you, rest assured i
will on my return.
warmly,
rebecca
Tangled, combed, disheveled, wind blown, whatever. The palace it covers is making wonderful memories if you let it. So wonderful a thought, to have the soul keep time with the heartbeat. See you soon enough for sure.
Peace
Posted by: spadoman | January 27, 2011 at 10:11 PM
Wonderful Haiku! This brings back memory's Of my oldest daughter with a head full of curls. It was ouch ouch stop that hurts. Till we found a detangler that worked. Have a wonderful week. : )
Posted by: E | January 27, 2011 at 11:11 PM
I am tangled up in thoughts after writing my haiku. I wrote it not really thinking too much, and realized that it had all of this personal meaning that I hadn't considered. Kind of a weird experience - but so important for me. Thank you so much for providing the opportunity to have a profound little moment.
Posted by: Deann | January 27, 2011 at 11:26 PM
So nice that you’ve worked your own logo into today’s haiku. Very creative.
Best wishes and pinkerlicious perspications from
Boonie and Mrs S
Posted by: Boonie | January 28, 2011 at 12:43 AM
What hair??
It falls out by the handful.
Pergatorial punishment is obscuring my optimism at the minute. Gloom and envy vie for mind-space.
Posted by: joco | January 28, 2011 at 01:05 AM
So sorry dear Rebecca: in addition to spreading my gloom, I also put in a second link, which was the one from last week. I am in a pickle this morning. Please forgive my clumsiness and remove the second link.
Posted by: joco | January 28, 2011 at 01:13 AM
if I tried to write another Haiku, then my mind would be tangled like a mixed up jigsaw.. so I will leave it to the experts.. xo :)
Posted by: Miss Robyn | January 28, 2011 at 03:56 AM
I know exactly what Joco means by hair falling out by the handful! Nevertheless, your tangled strands are lovely!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | January 28, 2011 at 05:17 AM
Good Morning, Rebecca! I love your word play today. Lovely, profound haiku!
Posted by: Marilyn | January 28, 2011 at 05:22 AM
~tangled up in you
swimming in your reckless hair
a pleasure palace~
Posted by: deb taylor | January 28, 2011 at 05:55 AM
my hair is in a pony tail , because, must, go for a jog.
(instead of course, I'm here:) )
sending Friday and weekend and everyday love .
Posted by: deb @ talk at the table | January 28, 2011 at 06:58 AM
tangled thoughts and hair . . . seems to be the thought of the day. Lovely!
Posted by: tami | January 28, 2011 at 07:11 AM
Thank you Rebecca for this haiku and peaceful image, it resonates!
Love Sue x
Posted by: Sue fox | January 28, 2011 at 07:28 AM
tangled up in you...yes, so perfect
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | January 28, 2011 at 08:44 AM
Tugging a comb through the long tresses smooths out all the difficulties, problems and irregularities that may exist, to make it silken soft and lustrous. Only when these obstacles are removed can we entwine the long hair into beautiful braids to add to the beauty.
Posted by: Nanka | January 28, 2011 at 08:47 AM
Very pretty haiku to go with a delightful image.
Mine is, sadly, a tale of woe. Perhaps one day I too will be able to wax lyrical.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Posted by: Friko | January 28, 2011 at 11:13 AM
Tangled up in blue...
Sweet sentiments today, amid the tangled tresses.
Deb
Posted by: Deborah | January 28, 2011 at 01:15 PM
My haiku muse has left the building. For now. I know where she is, though- at your place.
Kisses, dear one.
Posted by: Ms. Moon | January 29, 2011 at 08:14 AM
Lots to think about in this haiku Rebecca thank you! x
Posted by: Sarah | January 29, 2011 at 04:12 PM
wanting to express
with vocabulary words
my intelligence...
Maybe next time LOL
Posted by: gemma | January 29, 2011 at 06:42 PM
I remember years ago (58 to be exact), my hair tangled badly. It was long, thick and wavey. Cream rinses were not on the scene yet. At the age of five, my mother cut it all off. My father just about had a heart attack. But I didn't cry anymore as the hairwashing process sure got a lot easier.
Posted by: annie | January 29, 2011 at 11:06 PM
A thousand 'thank you's for the kind introduction, warm welcomes and visits from you who also travel the haiku road. Apologies for lots of clumsiness while I figure out all the bloggy, twittery acrobatics. Yikes!
tangles liberate
deliberate wilderness
so much to explore
Posted by: Gloria Y | January 30, 2011 at 09:52 PM