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Lambent Lament


The golden rod has returned
To the lambent field
It stretches high, higher everyday, waiting
In the lambent field
As the golden rod has returned

By Janet Jarrell

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  1. Your NaiSaiKu poems are so soft and they bring so much peace to my heart. Life truly needs observance.

    Love your writing, beautie!

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  2. Love your Lambent lament! And when I screw my eyes up,funny, I can see the golden rod!

    Sorry I was away last week, I would have liked to have read this earlier.
    -Andy Sewina

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  3. Lovely blog you have here. Just as I logged on yesterday my sister called from the road, so I don't recall whether or not I left a comment on the poem in your newest post... and I didn't see this post, but I'm back today to do just that. Thanks so much for your visit to and comment on my first NaiSaiKu attempt at Small Reflections. I write lots of Haiku with my photos and mosaics, so this seemed a 'natural' for me. I thoroughly enjoyed your colorful yellow blossoms and your Lambent lament. I suspect I'll participate again because this was fun.
    Hugs and blessings,

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  4. Thank you all for connecting with this. It is a small bit of a longer, quite special lament still in progress - to be continued...

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