Strands

strands of pearls
falling gracefully 
where they may



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

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M. L. Kiser

December 20, 2019 at 12:01 PM

This does have an AHA moment; beautiful.

Line Gauthier

December 20, 2019 at 12:27 PM

Thanks, ML. Most appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger

December 19, 2019 at 1:52 AM

Delicate and delightful. I have never liked pearls, yet, I like them here.

Line Gauthier

December 19, 2019 at 8:44 AM

So funny you should say that. I LOVE pearls they're iridescent and come in so many lovely colors....

Kai Michael Neumann

December 18, 2019 at 4:38 AM

Sometimes we do not have to dive for pearls. If we sit patiently they may appear. Kind wishes, Kai

Line Gauthier

December 18, 2019 at 8:01 AM

Absolutely, Kai. Thanks for your lovely visit and comment.

Jenish Somadas

December 17, 2019 at 3:36 AM

The grace of the pearls are there in the words.. Here pearls are falling from the sky and making puddles around me.. Nice one..

Line Gauthier

December 17, 2019 at 9:00 AM

Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Jenish. Some pearls we can do without. LOL

Quoth Theraven

December 16, 2019 at 11:21 PM

Line, Love this Haiku in strands of pearls. Let them finish in Fall. -Richard

Line Gauthier

December 17, 2019 at 12:11 AM

Thanks for your visit, Richard. It's interesting to see the different interpretations.

Sandra Adams

December 16, 2019 at 8:48 PM

wonderful line... this makes one ponder some thoughts... :) hugs

Line Gauthier

December 17, 2019 at 12:11 AM

Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Sandra.

Gershon Wolf

December 16, 2019 at 8:19 PM

Reading this immediately prompted a deep sigh. Wonderful thought!! :) gw

Line Gauthier

December 16, 2019 at 8:25 PM

Thank you so much, Gershon. Yet again proving how poetry is a game of give and take between the poet who suggests the image and the reader(/poet) who creates it.