The image is Supermoon 2013, by Julio Cortez, AP
Liberty measures
Her brilliant flame in the sky
Hope on her shoreline
A man most broken
Casts his eyes upon freedom
American hope
Written for The Mag & Haiku Heights
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15 comments:
Beautiful haiku of the hope of the American dream
Haiku of Hope.
Where there is hope, light is sure to shine!! Cheers!!
Where there is hope, light is sure to shine!! Cheers!!
No wonder why hope is said to be one of the best things. :)
Imagine how many people felt this when they saw the Statue of Liberty!
Beautiful...
Lovely haiku ....
I'm sure that's how it looked to my great grandfather, a former Lieutenant in the Czar's army who built a very successful business as a butcher. My family once owned a very nice building in Amsterdam, New York. The downstairs had been made into a mortuary, as my great uncle was a mortician. My great grandmother lived in an apartment upstairs. The building is now torn down and paved over as a parking lot.
She was definitely once a symbol of great hope and your haiku reflects that. I wonder what she means to others now?
Desperate men and women, hope desperately! Liberty engenders such hope - may it ever shine!
Fabulous image to top brilliant verses of hope!!
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
― "quote on the Statue of Liberty"
much love...
Lovely!
Very nice bit of haiku.
=)
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