A Double Haiku about Origami
Valleys and mountains,
Hands fold shapes, true hearts breathe lives.
Rustle and crinkle.
Rip, flip, not crumple!
A universe in a jar:
Stars wink, wings flutter.
Lives walk from thin squares of paper
Once smiles sweat into spirited creatures.
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Love all of this. What a unique subject! Rustle and crinkle, rip, flip, crumple …love the way the words tickle the tongue when this is read out loud.
Beautiful poem:)
We do need noises in our lives, don’t we? Thank you.
How wonderful!
Thank you, I am glad you like it.
Strict adherence to an ancient form, given folded meaning…
Thank you for making time to read my poem.
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