Haiku Heights: Pride

the roses open
curled petals showing off scent–
hubris can smell sweet

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 Haiku Heights: Pride

  1. Alice Keys says:

    I resonate with any image of roses. I love them. The more scented the better. Thanks for roses in mid-winter. And “hubris” is a lovely word. I shall have to use it soon. You’re poems always make my world wider. Thanks.

  2. aaah subtle vanity perhaps. 🙂 nice Sus.

  3. archcardinal says:

    And the BS stank too… Witty and on point. Lovely

  4. Teresa says:

    Wonderful imagery.

  5. BEAUTIFUL skimmed poetry ! Susan may I ask why you’ve never visited my blog? Am I that bad?

    • Oh, Deb, you are not bad at all, and I used to follow you. I love your poetry, and somehow you dropped off my “blogs I follow” thing. I am ashamed to admit I had not noticed that and have no idea when it happened. I’ll go visit you now. I feel like a jerk.

  6. Ah, hubris . . . wonderful interpretation of prompt. You upped pride a notch.

  7. nelle says:

    Wearing our best can be a good thing, so long as we take the time to appreciate it in others as well as in ourselves.

  8. beautiful haiku, Susan

  9. Reshma says:

    Learnt a new word today “Hubris”… Rose sure is a proud flower

  10. ManicDdaily says:

    So clever, Susan. k.

  11. ElizOF says:

    I love the elegance of your words… beautiful haiku,

  12. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    I’m not sure…

    It seems to me that much of great literature suggests that hubris stinks! 🙂

    No Pride of Lions

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