Forget-Me-Nots Jul27 by Mark M. Redfearn While my house burns down, I gather forget-me-nots from the neighbor’s yard. Advertisements Related Post navigation ← Heat Still → 15 comments on “Forget-Me-Nots” artmusedog says: July 27, 2012 at 10:17 am Powerfully contemplative haiku ~~ thanks, namaste, (A Creative Harbor) Reply rebecca says: July 27, 2012 at 6:41 pm there is a long long story in this thought provoking haiku! Reply vagabond says: July 27, 2012 at 9:24 pm As your neighbor hides behind the curtains. With the hose. Reply 4joy says: July 28, 2012 at 12:40 pm someone who has his priorities straight! Reply SusanWritesPrecise says: July 28, 2012 at 12:58 pm I like this a LOT! Reply annie says: July 28, 2012 at 2:15 pm First I coughed to cover my laugh. Then I stopped and thought about it. I don’t think the fire was a visible fire. Reply Chèvrefeuille says: July 28, 2012 at 4:52 pm A nice haiku. The image you have painted here is very sad, but the twist in the last sentence is so wonderful. Thank you for sharing this with Haiku My Heart. Reply Ron. says: July 28, 2012 at 5:30 pm Great stuff, this. Salute! Reply magicalmysticalteacher says: July 28, 2012 at 6:13 pm What an enigmatic little piece! I like it! My Forget-Me-Nots Reply Leo says: July 28, 2012 at 10:23 pm Powerful.. I agree with Rebecca.. something deeper here. Reply Grace says: July 29, 2012 at 6:12 am How creative and intriguing ~ Reply Loredana Donovan says: July 29, 2012 at 11:04 am So interesting … there is so much meaning beyond these words. It’s like the forget-me-nots are a symbol of hope. Rebuilding the house and a new beginning .. . great metaphor. Thanks for sharing 🙂 Reply Loredana Donovan says: July 29, 2012 at 11:05 am oh … and the forget-me-not could also represent holding on to good memories … I really enjoyed this, thank you. Reply gabrielle says: July 31, 2012 at 1:16 pm This has a very powerful emotional resonance. Every time I read it, another dimension is revealed. Beautiful offering. Reply Kathy says: August 3, 2012 at 10:41 pm Real life happens so we can write about it,.achingly or joyfully. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.