unbearable pause
silence, i cannot explain
everyone....waiting
***
i am really struggling with haiku this morning.
there seems to be an epic novel of words inside me
all clamoring for attention.
perhaps seventeen syllables
are too many
and i should take a vow of silence.
and then i see
the parody of loving haiku.
it never occurred to me before this very moment.
seventeen.
the inborn error
of my fatal disease,
chromosome
seventeen.
no wonder i am silent!!!
Your haiku was written to me. I was waiting, waiting to link to my post. But I know how you feel about words. I want to do it, but sometimes there is no flow. And there is something to be said of silence, of nothing on the mind.
I'm glad you're here. I'm fortunate to know you and I am so enthusiastic about meeting you a short time from now.
And another word about the post below this one. More hugs and love and prayers to the runners and those suffering.
Peace
Posted by: spadoman | February 04, 2011 at 07:46 AM
That's beautiful Rebecca, words clamouring for attenion and you still them all with that stunning haiku : truly distilled beauty.
Posted by: Uma Gowrishankar | February 04, 2011 at 08:02 AM
You are the highlight of the week...
Five and five make ten
Ten and seven seventeen
Just enough for now.
My haiku just 'comes' overnight.
Nothing to do with me at all.
As is the image. I have to rush out of bed, barefoot every Friday morn, to scribble it down quick before it evaporates.
The workings of the mind...
Who can unravel them.
No wonder these are so revealing. Scarily so.
Posted by: joco | February 04, 2011 at 08:05 AM
You are just so perfect as you are.
Thanks you for the added effort it took to join us today.
Happy Friday !
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | February 04, 2011 at 08:58 AM
seventeen.wow.you deserve a silent day...honestly, your haiku speaks volumes.I am still grinning after our phone convy last night! I awoke to a fresh new topic today!!
Posted by: deb taylor | February 04, 2011 at 09:08 AM
I'm wearing silver
This morning for my journey
That will speak for me.
I love you, Rebecca.
Posted by: Ms. Moon | February 04, 2011 at 09:14 AM
Now that, Rebecca, is a haiku's haiku. Gorgeous! I can just imagine the old masters grinning ear to ear with delight!
Anticipating the day ahead of me:
2/4/11
Sprinting hard toward spring
Adolescence gathers round
‘Quinceañera!’
Posted by: Gloria Y | February 04, 2011 at 09:18 AM
My dearest Rebecca,
I'm throwing leaves to the sky with you and wrapping you in tender love, whilst bouncing on my bouncy castle with you.
Love always
Sue x
Posted by: Sue fox | February 04, 2011 at 10:30 AM
Sometimes coincidences show us the way, even if we don't consciously take note of them. I'm glad your yesterday is behind you.
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings and Playing Along | February 04, 2011 at 10:42 AM
Well, I am feeling the silence all around let the pause prolong.. bearing it togehter will be easier..
A lovely intense haiku..Rebecca..
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | February 04, 2011 at 10:55 AM
That's just wild, Rebecca! There are no accidents, though, just a wild synchronicity, no?
I have been struggling with silence of late -- my own and others. I posted about Odilon Redon's painting titled "Silence." Perhaps you've seen it?
Posted by: Elizabeth | February 04, 2011 at 11:08 AM
Rebecca,
It is in silence that we find our true voice and our true healing. In the vicissitudes of our lives and in our deepest flaws we find the soul that often eludes us in the every day journeys we take.
xoxo,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle Clearwater | February 04, 2011 at 11:35 AM
The murmur of our mind working and thinking is heard loud and clear only when we observe silence.
The great Mahatma Gandhi was known for his 'maun vrath' (day of silence) to penetrate the cluttered noisiness of the world around to seek the flaming light of peace.
Thank you Rebecca , your words set me thinking!!
Posted by: Nanka | February 04, 2011 at 01:06 PM
Haiku. Short. Forget syllable count. Too artificial. XOXOXO!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | February 04, 2011 at 04:10 PM
I can feel your words deeply as I share some of your thoughts. Have a wonderful day no matter what. Big hug sent your way.
Posted by: Grammy E | February 04, 2011 at 05:59 PM
Seventeen - what a realization for you.
I am so thankful for this spot you have created. It brings joy and insight to my life.
Posted by: tami | February 05, 2011 at 08:00 AM
Your seventeen paradox speaks volumes.
There is a gentle breeze today,
butterfly effect, full of love for you.
Posted by: gemma | February 05, 2011 at 04:07 PM
Your friends who've commented on your blog today have offered you the adulation that you deserve. I endorse all that they say.
Take care.
Have a good week, Boonie
Posted by: Boonie | February 06, 2011 at 07:18 AM
so what of this year's shrines???
i have a bagfull of upcycled skulls clamoring for the plce of honor.
xo
Posted by: adrienne | February 06, 2011 at 09:40 AM