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ใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏ ใƒ–ใƒซใƒผ Blue Pacific

Day 52 ... walk along the path. Good morning.๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒผโ˜˜๏ธโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ“– ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹ "Blue pacific" is a haiku about the Ceanothus flower , a flower made up of many tiny blossoms, whose gentle fragrance evokes nostalgia, innocence and first love. ใ€Œใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€ใฏใ€ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใช่ŠฑใงใงใใŸ ใ‚ปใ‚ขใƒŽใ‚ตใ‚น ใฎ่Šฑใซใคใ„ใฆใฎไฟณๅฅใงใ™ใ€‚ใใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„้ฆ™ใ‚ŠใŒ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‡ใ‹ใ—ใ•ใ€็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใ•ใ€ๅˆๆ‹ใŒใ‚ˆใฟใŒใˆใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆ‹ ใƒ‘ใ‚ทใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒ–ใƒซใƒผ ๆ‹ๆ…•ใ†็ด”ๆœดใ•้ฆ™ใ‚Šๆผ‚ใ†ๆทกใ„้’ Blue pacific A pale blue With the scent of Pure love - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฆ‹ Blue Pacific,  pastel, M Lyne, 2025.  ๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒฑ ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ€
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Winter Hydrangea

Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet. Good evening.๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒ™ ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก "Winter Hydrangeas" is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life. ใ€Œๅ†ฌใฎ็ดซ้™ฝ่Šฑใ€ใฏๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Šๅ†ฌใฎ็ดซ้™ฝ่Šฑใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใฎไธญใงๆ€ใ„่พผใฟใŒใ„ใ‹ใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใซ่‚ฒใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’ๆๅ†™ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก Winter Hydrangea "I am exhausted," said she, Or did I hear her wrong? The colours, the textures, the veins. Everything is Colourless, Smoothless, Lifeless. "I am dead," said she, Or, did I hear her wrong? The colours are desert sand, The textures are weak cracks, The veins are desiccated mummies. - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก ใ€Œ็งใฏ็–ฒใ‚ŒๆžœใฆใŸใฎใ€ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใ€็งใฎ่žใ้–“้•ใˆ๏ผŸ ่‰ฒใ€่ณชๆ„Ÿใ€้™่„ˆ ใ™ในใฆใŒ ่‰ฒใŒใชใ„ ๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใงใชใ„ ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใŒใชใ„ ใ€Œ็งใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใ€ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใ€็งใฎ่žใ้–“้•ใˆ๏ผŸ ่‰ฒใฏ็ ‚ๆผ ใฎ็ ‚ ่ณชๆ„Ÿใฏๅผฑใ„ไบ€่ฃ‚ ้™่„ˆใฏไนพ็‡ฅใ—ใŸใƒŸใ‚คใƒฉ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก Winter Hydrangea, pastel, M Lyne, 2025. Winter Hydrangea 

Blue Bench ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ

Day 51 ... at the end of the day. Good evening.๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ“š๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ“– "The Blue Bench" is a poem about peace and humanity through expressions of generosity and civility. Could the sky blue color represent sharing the vast expanse of sky on Earth? ใ€Œ้’ใ„ใƒ™ใƒณใƒใ€ใฏใ€ๅฏ›ๅคงใ•ใจ็คผๅ„€ๆญฃใ—ใ•ใฎ่กจ็พใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๅนณๅ’Œใจไบบ้“ใซใคใ„ใฆๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™ใ€‚ ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎ่‰ฒใฏใ€ๅœฐ็ƒไธŠใฎๅบƒๅคงใช็ฉบใ‚’ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่กจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™ Blue Bench A voice of Skyblue, alluring... Stability, hospitality With his attractive appearance Come, come A touch of humor Skyblue's aptitude to strangers How generous How gentlemanly - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎๅฃฐใ€้ญ…ๆƒ‘็š„... ๅฎ‰ๅฎšๆ„Ÿใ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฆใชใ— ้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใชๅค–่ฆ‹ ใ•ใ‚ใ€ใ•ใ‚ ใƒฆใƒผใƒขใ‚ขใฎใ‚ปใƒณใ‚น ใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚คใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌไบบใธ ใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚Š ใชใ‚“ใฆๅฏ›ๅคง ใชใ‚“ใฆ็ดณๅฃซ็š„ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒณ Blue Bench, ้’ใ„้•ทๆค…ๅญ, photo, M Lyne, 2025. ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

Moss and Stones

Day 50 ... beautiful sunset. Good afternoon.โ„๏ธ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒฟ "Moss and Stones" is a poem about believing.There is something special about the natural world. Sometimes patience helps you get through anxious times? ใ€Œ่‹”ใจ็Ÿณใ€ใฏไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™ใ€‚ ่‡ช็„ถ็•Œใซใฏไฝ•ใ‹็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ™‚ใซใฏๅฟ่€ใŒไธๅฎ‰ใชๆ™‚ๆœŸใ‚’ไน—ใ‚Š่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ใฎใซๅฝน็ซ‹ใกใพใ™ใ‹๏ผŸ โ„๏ธโ„๏ธโ„๏ธ What did they feel ? Moss and Stones On that dark cold night Were their hopes as hollow As a dry well Were their senses as numb As death itself Moss and Stones In this spark gold light Their resilience shines through Icy morning - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใฎใ‹ ? ่‹”ใจ็Ÿณ ใ‚ใฎๆš—ใๅฏ’ใ„ๅคœใซ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ ็ฉบ่™šใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ ๆžฏใ‚ŒใŸไบ•ๆˆธใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏ้บป็—บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ ๆญปใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆ ่‹”ใจ็Ÿณ ใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ‘ใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚ดใƒผใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…‰ใฎไธญใง ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๅ›žๅพฉๅŠ›ใฏๅ…‰ใ‚‹ ๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆœ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ Moss and Stones, photo, M Lyne, 2025 โ„๏ธโ„๏ธโ„๏ธ

Encounter

Day 49... Gigi the cat is curled up and relaxing.๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜บ Good afternoon. ๐ŸŒ…โ˜•๏ธ๐ŸŒบโ„๏ธ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ "Encounter" is a poem about a bond, how mysterious it could be and how magical it could be to build relationships with pets, psychologically deep and infinitely continuous. "ๅ‡บไผšใ„" ใฏใ€ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใจใฎๅฟƒ็†็š„ใซๆทฑใ็„ก้™ใซ็ถšใ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’็ฏ‰ใใ“ใจใŒใ„ใ‹ใซ็ฅž็ง˜็š„ใงใ€ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ต†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™ใ€‚ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ Encounter  At least it was an encounter A rare occurrence in a lifetime. Your big ears and eyes How you surprised me With your small body I remember. At least it was love At first sight Your soft fur and tail How you caught me With your smooth coat I recall. At least it was an encounter A rare occurrence in a lifetime At last I found you. - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ๅ‡บไผšใ„ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ ๅคงใใช่€ณใจ็›ฎ ็งใ‚’ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใŸใ‹ ใใฎๅฐใ•ใชไฝ“ใง ็งใฏ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ„›ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็›ฎๆƒšใ‚Œ ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๆฏ›็šฎใจๅฐปๅฐพ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็งใ‚’ๆ•ใˆใŸใฎใ‹ ใใฎๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใชไธŠ่กฃใง ็งใฏๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ ใฃใŸ ไธ€็”Ÿใฎใ†ใกใซ็จ€ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ ใคใ„ใซใ‚ใชใŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ Gigi, 2021, M Lyne.  Gigi, 2025, M Lyne. ...

Bouquet of Flowers

Day 48... The shadow of the sun flickers. Good morning. ๐Ÿ’โ˜•๏ธ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒน ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ Bouquet of flowers, It was hidden in the colours, From purple to lilac. There, a single bloom, with a supreme, From white to pink, Gradation of tints. - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ่ŠฑๆŸ ่‰ฒใฎไธญใซ้š ใ‚ŒใฆใŸ ็ดซใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฉใ‚คใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใธ ใใ“ใซใฏ่‡ณ้ซ˜ใฎ ไธ€่ผชใฎ่ŠฑใŒ ็™ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏใธ ่‰ฒๅˆใ„ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒ‡ใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ "Bouquet of Flowers" is a poem about gratitude and wonder. Is it more appreciated when you don't expect something good to happen. ใ€Ž่ŠฑๆŸใ€ใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฌใจ้ฉšใใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใจๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใใฎใปใ†ใŒๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ White to Pink, photo, M Lyne, 2024. ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’