what snowmen know

through I write my name
there is no permanence to
what’s written in snow


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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27 Responses to what snowmen know

  1. Susan,
    I like these little bite-sized word pictures of yours.
    You must be in the snow zone. Here, I write my name on the beach near the water. It’s what the sandman knows.
    Keep it up.

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  3. cheryl says:

    Thoughtful haiku Susan, I know all about writing in snow 🙂

  4. vivinfrance says:

    I love that. It could apply to poems written on sick computers! I had made a flashdisk of possible collections for submission. The flashdisk was corrupted somehow and I have to start again.

  5. Blue Flute says:

    Love this! Simple, but potent image, makes me think of childhood

  6. Ron. says:

    What’s written is written; if read, hopefully remebered. What it’s written on matters not. Enjoyed this work considerably.

  7. 4joyjoanne says:

    a metaphor for life…nicely done…

  8. nelle says:

    …at least in the visible form.

  9. A lovely truth 🙂

  10. dulcinaandgnome says:

    Smart haiku. Like spoken words blowing in the wind… nothing.

  11. So true and so wise!

  12. Meenakshi says:

    Like snow, names written on sand of time too have no permanence.

    Nice thought and haiku!

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