wild nights —
Emily Dickinson asleep
on my nightstand
.
library hush
he reads my mind
a little
(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Books and libraries)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 11th
Really big things (it’s all relative, of course)
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Red Dragonfly 
I do like these two, Melissa. I struggled with this topic of books and libraries, but you have written two very good ones. They read like they flowed effortlessly, but I am sure you worked and re-worked them.
Sully
In the spirit of really big things:
half wink on the patio
our lives continue to unfold
Sully
I love this one, Sully!
(See, I’m not always mean and hypercritical. 🙂 Glad I haven’t chased you away…)
Wild nights! is one of my favorites. It shows such a different side of Emily. Thanks for reminding me . . .
down with the compass–
navigating words
with her heart
Yeah, that’s the one poem that really makes me wish I could have a little heart-to-heart with Emily, so to speak. 🙂 I don’t know if it’s really a different side of her — most of her other poetry is pretty passionate and intense too, I think — but certainly is a lot more revealing and a lot less Victorian. 🙂 Really an astounding thing for a woman of that time to have written, even if she did keep it tucked away in her desk drawer all her life… I like your haiku take on it, Margaret.
open book
the wind turns each leaf
beneath a tree
library silence
the sunlight of spring
in deep woods