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the sound of the sea
speaking to my mother
on her birthday


Joint 2nd Prize
With Words International Online Haiku Competition (2009)

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  1. An evocative haiku that speaks volumes; worthy of the place it received in the ‘With Words Haiku competition’…

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  2. Congrats! I love the idea that it is me who decides whether the sea or the lyrical I is speaking to her.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  3. Yes! That's absolutely what I wanted the reader to experience. Thanks so much for posting, Ralf.

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  4. Lovely comments on a superb haiku. I still get a kick out of reading Lynne's poem, even now, after many re-reads as judge.

    A cheque will be on its way, with a haiku journal notebook, soon! ;-)

    Alan
    Area 17
    With Words Online Haiku Competition Results

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  5. All life on earth originated from the sea. We talk of mother earth, but I wonder if it should be mother ocean? Your link between the sound of the sea and your communication with your mother - on her birthday - has all sorts of resonances, for me. And it's a lovely haiku. Thank you and congratulations!

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  6. Congratulations on the win Lynne, Matt

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