I would like to
say thanks to all the good people who wrote me such kind letters
Leila
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Congratulations on your wonderful website!.........I have added it to
my haiku links page, so all the world can see......
Leila.......your wonderful heart is showing through......I
would say I have two favorites: the pine tree........ and the broken
mirror......... I like these images because, like haiku, you are not
forcing the meaning upon the viewer/reader. Rather, you are simply giving
the viewer/reader an image that is frozen in time.........and you are
not telling the viewer/reader what to think. This creates a fine juxtaposition
of meaning ......... Leila, you are a fine artist indeed....
Mark
Alan Osterhaus
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Thank you
for showing me your haiku poster and site. I'm so much intrerested in
your personal history. Please try writing haiku by yourself. I'm so
much. waiting for your haiku.
Yours,
Ikuyo Yoshimura
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It is a lovely site and you have chosen some wonderful haiku to work
with! I wish you much success with your project! All the best, I
think one of my favorites was the one that went with "don't cry insects..."
. I also think the front page is brilliant, I love the way the image
changes back and forth. All
good things,
Cindy
Zackowitz
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You have used haiku in a very imaginative way. And for a cause that
is very important. Writing haiku has helped me to observe and appreciate
the world about me. Some of the images you have create are very powerful.
I hope you have also produced your posters on paper. warm regards,
Alex Benedict
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This time I found
my way further into your website and was delighted by what I discovered.
My favorites so far: "the broken mirror," "the butterflies," and "the
pine needles." I will send your website address to haiku friends who
have access to the Internet.
Here are a couple of my haiku:
Snowmelt . . .
the shadow of the tree
touches earth
Singing at dawn,
this robin who stretches worms
for a living
Carol Purington
