Princess Haiku: a purple flower that is a cup, said Princess Haiku

Sunday, April 27, 2008

a purple flower that is a cup, said Princess Haiku

A poet

A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth

--Hafiz

27 comments:

LA Nickers said...: Love this one!
Blessings,
Linda
Nickers and Ink; 7:58 PM
Harry Markov said...: Wow, the color of this flower is so intense and radiant. Lovely and the poem beneath is inspiring.; 9:20 AM
Beatrice V said...: “A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.” Kahlil Gibran

And your picture is a poem that fills one with longing.; 12:59 PM
cbb said...: How wonderful to have you back in such a surfeit of beautiful words and pictures! It took me by surprise (your return, that is) in that it was only when you left a message on my blog that I knew you were back. I can't quite figure out why for so long "Dreaming of the Sea" was all I saw when I checked your site.

In any event, your return is as if Spring itself has resumed; it is you yourself who "pour light into a cup" - thank you, as always!; 1:48 PM
Bobby D. said...: my earliest memory of fairy illustrations is a fairy drinking dew out of a tiny flower cup!; 3:26 PM
here I am! said...: still waiting for such purple lovelies in NM.
Do you have the thingy were I can subscribe to your blog? that way I can get an email when you post a new lovely.; 5:06 PM
Bellezza said...: or, parched soul; 6:14 PM
Jacob Russell said...: In Morris Park in Philadelphia, the bloodroot have shed their petals. The May apples have opened their little green umbrellas and Solomon's Seal and False Solomon's seal have hung their pennants on the stem, though not in bloom... but violets, white and purple, and spring beauties--ah spring... are everywhere.

It's not for the future that we live... we have no future. In a billion years, long after we have vanished from this little piece of stone circling the sun, our star will have become a red giant and consume her children... no, it's for the moment, else for nothing. For the spring beauties, and the rue anemonie... for those willing to kneel close enough to the earth to see them, these humble flowers. For them, and for what we learn in finding them at our feet as worthy of our time... for this, we live. And regret not.; 9:47 PM
Acquaintance said...: Sorry long time no read. By the way the flower is gorgeous. :); 10:08 PM
Anonymous said...: a poet is willing to dig deep beneath pretense, culture, polite society to that place where raw emotions live: love, hate, passion, pain, tenderness, care ..... and bring these up to the surface, into the light ....

i see that rawness often makes people uncomfortable. but then again, looking into a mirror can make people uncomfortable.

a poet is willing to see the emperor with no clothes on, and then tell the world about it ...

lady blue; 6:17 AM
Diane Dehler said...: Thanks for the nice comments, people. :); 9:11 PM
Diane Dehler said...: I like the word, surfeit. It has possibilities cbb.; 9:16 PM
Diane Dehler said...: I don't know about that function, Diva. Sorry. Although, I do know about something called a google alert. You sign up for the alert and it emails you when it scans info on your topic.; 9:23 PM
Diane Dehler said...: Oh, such beautiful prose Jacob... And I agree with you.; 9:24 PM
Diane Dehler said...: Hi Maven; thanks for stopping by.; 9:26 PM
Diane Dehler said...: Eloquently expressed, Blue bicycle.

BTW I love the thoughtful comments you all have left for me tonight and I am very touched. It gives me a reason to seek out beautiful things.; 9:28 PM
Squirrel said...: Hello Princess,

I took your advice re: Blog. Thanks.; 9:32 PM
dennis said...: Dennis finds this flower to be unbearably romantic.

sigh...; 9:47 AM
Anonymous said...: You don't have to be a poet to poor light into a cup. You just have to master enlightenment. Nice blog. Just passing.; 7:49 AM
here I am! said...: hey princess if you look at my blog you will see on the left a thing that says sign up .
It is a feature offered by blogger in the settings section.
When someone signs up then they get an email when you put a new post up. makes it easy to keep up with new posts.it done automaticly.
but some might not want that on their blog.; 8:50 PM
here I am! said...: oops I was wrong I signed up for that feature with feedburner.; 8:51 PM
Eastcoastdweller said...: Princess, where and how did You find this beautiful verse?; 4:27 AM
Unknown said...: Beautiful image, beautiful words.; 8:09 AM
Zazie said...: Hi Princess Haiku!!!

I'm fine, thanks!:o) And what about you? I hope you're fine!!!

Thank you very much for the comment!

***

I really love theese verses! So delicate.

Happy spring and have a nice day!!! See you soon!; 9:04 AM
A's Journey said...: Beautiful description of the power of a poet, and that is a good picture, the flower looks so fresh!

Take care :); 2:56 AM
dennis said...: Dennis is here, looking for inspiration... and it is everywhere on your blog.; 9:08 PM
Diane Dehler said...: Why Dennis, how surprisingly sweet of you. Thank you.; 10:36 PM

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