tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post8582926672547938471..comments2023-11-14T03:13:43.700-08:00Comments on Worditude: THE CONCERTindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-3419677543160770702017-03-07T15:52:54.012-08:002017-03-07T15:52:54.012-08:00No matter where you go, Bev, you always take us wi...No matter where you go, Bev, you always take us with you. It's an uncanny gift and a joy to your friends.Ozstuffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06057523110612961307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-47950568918549425012017-03-07T15:21:17.158-08:002017-03-07T15:21:17.158-08:00Sounds, sights a feelings set to words to share an...Sounds, sights a feelings set to words to share and touch others. Thank you Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-83447670784421089752017-03-07T12:50:16.194-08:002017-03-07T12:50:16.194-08:00Lovely to have such sounds through your open windo...Lovely to have such sounds through your open window. We had mourning doves where I lived last and I have a stand of trees outside my new windows.....looking forward to opening my windows once the cold of winter gives way to warmer temperatures - which is taking long this year.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-13696202762765100502017-03-07T07:16:31.338-08:002017-03-07T07:16:31.338-08:00This is so lovely, Bev. I think of some of my nei...This is so lovely, Bev. I think of some of my neighbors, who never hear the sounds of nature, who turn up their tvs and never smell the wind, the flowers, never see the waving of tree limbs, never attempt to feel the soil beneath their feet. They miss out on the essence of life to me. Your haibun brought me along with you. Thank you, Bev. Sometimes being stuck in the urban blight, you know you are out of place, but you try. Sometimes just looking up into the sky will bath me with what is real and substantial. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-30340060513180243432017-03-07T06:06:55.041-08:002017-03-07T06:06:55.041-08:00Oh I LOVE everything about this! I am beside your...Oh I LOVE everything about this! I am beside your window with your words...Especially love this "until the trees stand bare like old ladies, arms akimbo, whose petticoats have fallen to their feet." I smiled here. Thank you for posting! I am refreshed this morning by your words. :)lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-35164528969538045332017-03-07T00:14:57.654-08:002017-03-07T00:14:57.654-08:00I love your haiku, Beverly - how wonderful are tre...I love your haiku, Beverly - how wonderful are trees!Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-15747030893767524722017-03-06T21:38:36.598-08:002017-03-06T21:38:36.598-08:00I love how you focused on the sounds, each season ...I love how you focused on the sounds, each season is its own symphony... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-83418646600484686912017-03-06T16:37:13.807-08:002017-03-06T16:37:13.807-08:00the sound of nature is a melody of comfort to the ...the sound of nature is a melody of comfort to the ears. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-12481837891982537882017-03-06T15:57:22.265-08:002017-03-06T15:57:22.265-08:00Beverly, this is stunning. Your description, where...Beverly, this is stunning. Your description, where so much is focused on the sense of hearing, resonate with me and I can feel the peace it brings. I'm in the desert for a spell and hear many of the same sounds--the owls, doves in the morning along with mockingbirds, and those frogs who call grows more intense the hotter it gets. And then, at home, those crickets. Ah. Once more, blogspot hates me. :o<Victoria Ceretto-Slottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791036961620087347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-87728067316874738282017-03-06T15:41:16.074-08:002017-03-06T15:41:16.074-08:00I like the idea of having a ticket and, in your ca...I like the idea of having a ticket and, in your case, even a front row seat to this concert the seasons provide.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156773205591631053.post-78744891921488774862017-03-06T14:34:08.522-08:002017-03-06T14:34:08.522-08:00What a wonderful haibun! I love your sounds from ...What a wonderful haibun! I love your sounds from your window. I love how you describe the trees, like old ladies with their arms akimbo. I just looked out my window and...saw the same thing! And your haiku at the end...it is almost ancient in its tone. Lovely.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08257836089485307978noreply@blogger.com