white petals, said Princess Haiku

a snow blossom tree-
was born to weep white petals
a lonely Spring path

The Legendary circa 1920s Midnight Blue Opera Jacket is an immortelle

So exquisite was the midnight blue velvet coat that a fallen angel
sought refuge in it's lost paradise, mused Princess Haiku.



Midnight Blue is the languid nonchalance of absolute elegance.



When I wore it to the Rodin Museum in Paris, said Princess Haiku,
white marble angels with full lips admired it's myserious beauty.



The immortelle mused blue in smoky cafes in Amsterdam, while I was writing in elegant journals, and heard tales of bead treasures found far away in Africa.



The beauty of the Midnight Blue said Princess Haiku, her ghostly fingers on cool blue satin lining, is how it's velvety touch awakens lost tales. Will Princess Haiku tell the tales of the Blue Opera Jacket? This is always the real question said Princess Haiku vanishing in a blur of midnight, mirrors and moonlight.



There is a ghostly face in the midnight, Satin. Do you see it? hint (right side)


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sparkle of the Chrysanthemum within

My chrysanthemums will flash into brilliance and color, illuminating the heavens and everyone who views them thought, Princess Haiku. Any day now my seedlings will arrive in a UPS package from King's Mums.


What miracles of spirit will they become?


There will be five and whom will they grow for?


Time, water, sunlight and patience will reveal their secrets.


I am excited to embark on the way of the Chrysanthemum.


Will you come with me?


Let this journey of a rare flower begin.

Princess Haiku's Secret

Secrecy is such a wonderful part of being a ghost, said the mysterious Princess Haiku. And the blog forum is perfect as it allows one to be publicly invisible. Musing over this delightful contradiction, she vanished.

Princess Haiku is pleased to offer a Zap award to a blog that delights all of the aesthetic senses.

Tangled in L'Heure Bleue

I was browsing through my favorite used bookstore and to my delight found a 1955 copy of "The Selected Poems of Frederico Garcia Lorca." Inside the book was a faded slip of paper perhaps used as a bookmark. On it were written these words which I have embraced as a secret text for all of us.


"...ourselves before and ourselves after. This assures anonymity. While we can talk with each other and feel each other, we cannot identify each other. Thus you will never be able to be entirely sure that each person you meet, for the rest of your life, has not participated in the Zap with you."

from the Secret Love Letters of Princess Haiku #1

To Princess Haiku (book inscription)

Half hidden, half revealed
your smile on the edge
of every instant

M