Haiku Heights Challenge 18 – White

Swaddled in white –
whatever will become of
newborn innocence?

She wears bridal white
hoping for love eternal
despite life’s seesaw.

The colour of grief
in many Eastern countries
for departed love.

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.fr/2012/04/april-heights-day-18-130-white.html

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14 Responses to Haiku Heights Challenge 18 – White

  1. Viv, a powerful hardhitting poem. I love the contrasts as well.

    Pamela

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  2. siggiofmaine says:

    Like the contrast of the two verses.
    Thank you.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

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  3. Isn’t it interesting how various cultures attribute different symbolism to different colors? And what a great play on this you made in these haiku, Viv.

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  4. Viv, your haiku voice is striking, you have really great revelation or turning points in these!

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  5. Tarang Sinha says:

    Wonderful set of haiku!:)

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  6. Very well done Viv. Great series of haiku.

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  7. kaykuala says:

    A great rounding off of a life history, Viv! White has always been fascinating of a pureness and innocence!

    Hank

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  8. You are truly an ‘enlightened woman’ ~ shows in your wonderful haiku ~ thanks, namaste, ^_^

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  9. Mr. Walker says:

    Lovely – from birth to marriage to death. (Stressful events all).

    Richard

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  10. Grace says:

    I like all the takes of white…from birth to death ~

    http://everydayamazin.blogspot.ca/2012/04/white.html

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  11. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    The meaning of white is in the eyes of the beholder…

    “Hungry Sunrise Fire & White Bird”

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  12. I had the same allusion – wedding and mourning – in my haiku! I love how you present three stages of life through colour. (I used to spell it with a “u” when I lived in Europe..now my computer tells me it’s a misprint, but for the sake of the memories and for you, Viv – it’s “colour” once more! 🙂

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  13. Tilly Bud says:

    Love the contrasts. I would love to marry in red, like they do in India.

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