Written for:  Carpe Diem #1286 – Love

[…] “Haiku is love, a love that grabs you by the throat and takes you into an adventure to discover the beauty of our world in all her beautiful details and bring that into the tiny form of haiku that shows us a scene, a moment that lasts only one heart beat.” […]

the last steps taken
to find universal love –
the sound of rain

© Chèvrefeuille (2014) (our host)

Here is my attempt:

why not love?
no translation needed
easier than hate

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to love

  1. Love speaks all languages.


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