Tree's outer layer
Like a photo, haiku poetry has the ability to capture in three lines a moment frozen in time. Whether honing in on the intricate nature of Nature itself, or drawing on memories, thoughts, observations and experiences, the restriction of a handful of words has a way of cutting through to the heart of the matter.
Sunday, 30 September 2018
Tremendous
Saturday, 29 September 2018
Thursday, 27 September 2018
Wednesday, 26 September 2018
3 Blind Books #2
Very busy day, brain feeling
scrambled so three blind books again to see what I can come up with (refer
yesterday’s entry).
The Chamber
– John Grisham
Spring Moon
– Bette Bao Lord
Eve Green
– Susan Fletcher
A picture immediately came
to mind of an Indiana Jones type
situation, ferreting around in the middle of the night on an archaeological
site in the Middle East somewhere, searching for some famed ancient talisman or
priceless antiquity rumoured to be in a secret burial chamber. Time is of the
essence, hence the pre-emptive attempt to find the treasure’s location and
secure it for its intended place in Egypt’s national museum, before those who
have ill-gotten gain as their only goal have a chance to usurp her plan.
Eve Green’s only chance
to discover the chamber
was by the Spring moon
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