I’m opening now
Those old barrels of my thoughts
Some sweet, some bitter
(picture from http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cabernet_wine_barrels.jpg?uselang=de)
I’m opening now
Those old barrels of my thoughts
Some sweet, some bitter
(picture from http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cabernet_wine_barrels.jpg?uselang=de)
Lovely. What is the house pour today?
I am not sure yet, still taking samples and tasting…
You may have noticed that this haiku is a compressed version of a comment I left on your blog some time ago.
Yes! Do you always speak and write in poetic verse? I love it.
Sometimes, obviously, a muse is inspiring me
Just a sip from an inherited bottle…
I am sure this is not meant too literally but I am immediately in our storage cellar.
I have many dreams which start in one of the three rooms that went off our Laundry and there are hidden doors taking me in parallel worlds…
For those of you who do not know, I grew up in the same house as Nannus actually…
Well, I was thinking more of a wine cellar. But, yes, some of the “wine” here is actually that old … for children, that was a magical and dangerous place…I am also sometimes there in my dreams, and in the attic as well…and in hidden rooms… …
Looking forward to meeting you in our dreams!!!
The problem is you are on the opposite side of the big marble so we almost never sleep at the same time.
A unique Haiku nannus. Nicely done.
The important thing is that you’re airing them out. Studies show that penned up emotions movitated by anger, hurt, &c. are contributors to certain diseases such as cancer.
Bravo! Be nice!! AHA!!