Do yoreself a big ole favor an check out what all the bloggers posted fer their entries this week--an' why not scribble one yoreself? Thar's akshul prizes to be won!!
Vigil
Cold stars watch with me;
Dreaming, Hunter's hand guards his
fragile poet's heart.
[ Y'all, I done put an addition to the post 'bout Uncle on the Front Porch --yep, tellin' a tale on him--how he taught Granny Cracker to take a sip or two. Jes' some ole history that explains a few t hangs 'bout Uncle an' me]
(http://abporkrinds.blogspot.com/)
7 comments:
Aunty I believe there is a host of bloggers keeping vigil with you .
Beautiful haiku on a rare treasure. Clearly the firmament is on your page with heart clouds or constellations keeping you close. Godspeed.
Fishy
What Fishy said. Except if you let Uncle read your haiku, he's likely to puff up even more than usual and that may not be a good thing before his procedure :o)
spare and gorgeous. I can feel your vigil through the screen. sending love to you and Uncle.
That brought tears.
Strength to you and uncle.
We've got the heathens' prayers covered here.
Thinking of you and Uncle.
Aunty--
Beautiful words and sentiment.
Blessing to both of you and MUCH goodwill--
Rafa
Fishy,
youse a dear--the firmament--indeed.
Moi,
youse eggsactly right! An BTW, Uncle luved yore prayer.
Chickory,
I mighta been feelin' worriet--an' it came through in that Haiku--too many hospital vigils in the last two years.
Jean,
How sweet! I admire your Haikus.
Czar,
Heathen prayers? Oh those is effective--see how well ya done?? (Front Porch post)
Rafael,
yore name is angelic, ya know? The Archangel Rafael was a healer--yore blessin' is a treasure.
All,
Uncle did jes' teriffic--an the Doc is a whiz--Uncle comes home Tuesday, an' we'll be discoverin' what a bionic man is like--heh--they do say he will soon feel so good he woan recognize hisself.
Ain't this happy happy news?
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