dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – That Picnic
Photo: parks.dpaw.wa.gov.au Walyunga National Park.
A short drive to Walyunga for early spring to see white water and take a trail walk. Backpacks filled with thermos, lunch, and picnic blanket. We find a quiet space and sit to wonder at the water flowing past and spring’s evidence everywhere.
Time was nature’s gift
inhibitions flew away,
heron were calling
Paul, pvcann.com
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lovely place
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It really is, and quite a big space with lots of trails.
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Now we know where the poetry flows from 🙂
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Yes, anything natural, this one particularly 🙂
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Exquisite.
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Thank you so much Leyda.
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🙂
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You captured the magic of the moment perfectly 🙂
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Thanks Kate, very much so, its that second line 🙂 and a while ago now, before smart phones and taking photos, never had a camera that day.
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but sometimes those memories are the strongest imprints 🙂
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They certainly are 🙂
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Haiku really captures rage serenity.
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Thank you very much indeed
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Oops. I meant real serenity. Danged auto correct.
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I know, so irritating, but I sort of worked it out, so no problem 🙂
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a picnic i would enjoy very much too, there is serenity in this haibun. time is a gift, yet we are so undeserving, we must value it, your haiku is excellent Paul, thank you!
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Thank you Gina, means a lot – I’m not so confident in this form, but I did have fun with it, and you have encapsulated so well what I was trying to get out.
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i think it was penned with great care, I am no an expert on the form but when it reads so beautifully it is right with the heart
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It sure was from the heart Gina, how perceptive, thank you for your encouraging thoughts.
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Beautiful. I would love picnic.
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I do love them, this was fabulous by any standard, thank you Rupali.
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So beautiful!❤️
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Thank you Richa, it was truly a great day 🙂
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So serene, wonderful!
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It reallywas/is Heather, thank you.
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A pleasure!
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I had to check wise old Google to discover Walyunga National Park is in Australia. What a beautiful spot for a picnic and a feast of nature’s wonders as well.
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It is a glorious place most of the eyar, but early spring there is very good, thank you for taking the time to engage with it Beverly.
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Lovely imagery.
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Many thanks VJ
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You are welcome. Btw, I found some comments from you in my Scam folder. Sorry if I didn’t respond – wasn’t personal.
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No problem, it’s like finding that there’s one chock biscuit left when you thought they’d all gone 🙂
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“Inhibitions flew away” — part of the story missing? Smile. Fun
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Indeed, you noticed, and yes 🙂
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Sounds like a serene spot to reflect as well as let go of inhibitions. Fabulous!
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Absolutely so, you’d enjoy this space too. Thank you so much Punam.
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My pleasure, Paul.
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I like the calling heron at the end. Picnics and trails go together.
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Like-minded 🙂 many thanks Frank for your thoughts on this, we might have enjoyed a trail or two l think.
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I remember
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Hard to forget 🙂
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Such a beautiful source to allow creativity to flow.
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Absolutely, the most inspiring space, thank you.
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