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National Poetry Month -- Haiku 14
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liz_scanlon
Most of the subterranean messages I receive these days seem to be about slowin' it down.

For example, I've chosen to live out my professional life in a field where every single step takes weeks instead of days, years instead of months.

Also, when I stop hurrying I seem to arrive places on time. (Go figure that one...)

And, my dog is fourteen.

Walking her is no longer an athletic event.
Walking her is a tender, limpy meditation of love.

I am reminded, when I walk with her, how much there is to notice -- in my writing, in my relationships, in the world -- if I take off the headphones and slow the speedwalk down to a saunter. Literally and figuratively, if you know what I mean...



Haiku 14


dog's paw sinks in mud
she'll bring it inside later
sign of a fine day

 
-- Liz Garton Scanlon
    4/14/09


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We learn so much from our dogs, don't we?

Lovely poem.

Tanita Says :)

(Anonymous)
So hard to slow it down, and yet, there does come a time. I like the poem; I think the fine day=mud thing can go right along with a certain brother of mine...

Today I blogged a Haiku poem, too. Thanks for your beautiful Haiku poems. They're inspiring and so insightful.

I know what you mean about noticing things, it sometimes comes in the form of an unfavorable change. A sickness. An illness. But the sign leaves a memory in our heart.

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