Senryu 3

mardi gras beads shine
memories, they will linger
harley-davidson 

©Donna Jones

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Bl Devnath

September 27, 2013 at 9:48 AM

Beautiful memories of past lovely penned. Loved always, bl

Robert Johnson

August 22, 2013 at 4:58 PM

A trip down south to join the party. 1,000 miles on a Harley, you've got to be hearty. But let the breeze blow, we're off to the show. I think at least once in a lifetime everyone should go. Peace. :) Never been, bty. :)

Poet Tacito

August 19, 2013 at 2:01 PM

Awesome! Ah, the Mardi Gras/Harley combo. You must be fun to hang out with. =) Nicely done!

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM

PS...54 year old hinys aren't so nice or comfortable on a Harley!!!!! Hahaha

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:20 PM

Moons ago....yeah....and you too I bet!!!!!!still!!!!! :-) :-) thanks Drake

Mustapha Mohammed

August 19, 2013 at 6:31 AM

Lovely work Donna.My aunt loves your poem also.

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:19 PM

Tell her thanks and you too....:-)

Eileen Manassian

August 17, 2013 at 12:27 PM

I love the purr of a Harley! :) Relive memories, MD...that's what they are there for! HUGS!

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:18 PM

Everyday sweetie...they become more precious..thank you

Richard Lamoureux

August 16, 2013 at 7:58 PM

A Harley Girl! You have your wild side Donna. Thanks for your visit today. Busy day so could not respond till this evening.

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:17 PM

Well....my friend has one...this was a some time thing...but was awesome....and no I'm not very wild...just a little daring...I guess...:-)

David William Breidenthal

August 15, 2013 at 7:47 PM

Wonderful little poem you got here. Thanks very much for supporting me in the writing process. I'm still writing my book ! I'll give you a free copy of it when I'm done writing it with my sister...I love the 1st line the most. You are a grand poet and keep it up. ~JWE

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:15 PM

Looking forward to it....good luck and never stop believing....:-)

David William Breidenthal

August 15, 2013 at 7:47 PM

Forgot to rate this, I'm rating this...a 6 !!! Have a delightful week and stay awesome!

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:14 PM

Thank you David...

Nette Onclaud

August 15, 2013 at 1:07 PM

gliding smoothly on the road of beautiful verse, donna... your racing streak shines!..:) huggs

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:14 PM

Ahh thanks nette...

Sara Kendrick

August 15, 2013 at 12:14 PM

Very unique creative work that you have penned..Reads like an excting event in one's life..Thanks for the visit to my work..Sara

Donna Jones

August 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM

It was memorable! Thanks Sara...very nice people...and good music!

Jack Jordan

August 15, 2013 at 8:26 AM

I love the image - Mardi Gras on a Harley. A brave act indeed... Jack

Jack Jordan

August 15, 2013 at 8:28 AM

PS... I just posted a haiku about a biker bar.

Jack Ellison

August 15, 2013 at 7:55 AM

So... a biker gal eh! You wild thing! Great Senyru... big big hugs Donna dear! xoxox

Ravi Sathasivam

August 15, 2013 at 4:55 AM

Excellent senryu. Love it. Tfs

Anne-Lise Andresen

August 15, 2013 at 4:11 AM

- Donna, I love this one !!! - Well done!!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Russell Sivey

August 14, 2013 at 11:21 PM

They sparkle within the sunlight, those beads do, but also shine within the night light as well! I love the atmosphere of this poem that you so exquisitely described here my friend! What an astonishing piece, Great Work!!

Andrea Dietrich

August 14, 2013 at 11:19 PM

oooh, I am wondering about the Harley now. Good one, Donna. My hubbie owned a Harley for a few years and I even went to a few biker conventions, or whatever they call them. Those were the days!!

Dan Kearley

August 14, 2013 at 11:07 PM

Ah yes.... Mardi gras... I still have beads hanging around somewhere. Memories for me also. At least the few I can remember. ha-ha. :o) Thank you very much for the comments on my poem also. Nice to see you again.