"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Magpie #48

I hear you
humming with me magically
such sweet notes
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19 comments:

Cad said...

Ho, hummmm! LOL

Helen said...

I mentioned to someone earlier today that I am a 'hummer.' Always have been, as was my mother! Your Magpie is sweet!

kkrige said...

Shat a serene little haiku. Simple, yet evoking a whole other world where a missing person exists within heart still.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely thoughts.

Deborah said...

Lovely....

Lyn said...

it's nice to have a companion to hum with!

Brian Miller said...

nice...i wanna hear...smiles.

Reflections said...

Nice thoughts magically floating through the cleffs and notes, lifting sounds from the pages.

JeffScape said...

I'll be the melody.

~Sarah~ said...

Very nice. Paints a whole scene.

Nanka said...

Nice and cute hums!! :)

Jingle said...

wow.
compact...

rocking lines.

~T~ said...

A perfect duet!

signed...bkm said...

Very sweet notes...kathe...very nice...bkm

Tumblewords: said...

Humming is a wonderful talent! Nice work.

kavisionz said...

Whheeww.. And I thought my croaky tunes were only for my ears! :)

But really... this was a super sweet and tender Magpie, Kathe..

Bee's Blog said...

I like it.I'd rather be a hummer than a whistler - actually can't whistle to save my life!

kaykuala said...

A hummer by all means. It is a wonderful feeling!

Lydia said...

Ideal haiku for this prompt.