This is for Ronovan’s challenge. The rather touching portrait is of baby Sidney Wells, by Joanna Boyce.
After all the pain
a triumphal cry bursts forth
and new life begins.
lines that aim to be
And then I stop and sit and eat.
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Perfect, Jane. So very true 😉
That was all that those words inspired. I couldn’t come up with another idea 🙂
Well done! Had 2 and that sums it up. 🙂
Thanks! Something you never forget 🙂
Excellent! I really enjoyed your take on the words! ❤
Thank you! The two words go together for me 🙂
Many interpretations Jane and the image nails one of them, great haiku
Thanks Denis 🙂 It’s well nigh impossible to find an image that is spot on for several different poems.