violet feathers sweep
the ceiling of fairy dream
drifting slow westward
Like all good haiku yours is a single breath, in and out, and then poof! it's gone. This one really caught my attention, and I re-read it several times and each time it conveyed more of the mystery of things. Did you intend that? It doesn't really matter in a haiku. Two people look at a flower and smile at each other and walk away in a pleasant silence. What they're thinking isn't as important as that moment of common delight. That's what your haiku gives your readers. But that image THE CEILING OF FAIRY DREAM lingers in my thoughts.
Your comment is very vivid. If my small Haiku brings you more spaces for imagination, I will feel contented. Thank you for your beautiful comment as usual!
Beautiful haiku, embodies the feelings of softness, lightness and serenity, as in a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drifting slowly into another realm! Nice work.
Thank you for your nice comment!