Tonight as I read so many poems and many mention blossoms and various flowers, I can’t help but reminisce. I remember studying for exams sitting outside because it was finally warm enough, next to the house by the river. I was trying very hard to concentrate on my Latin Poetry and Prose, editing my translation of the text’s Latin poem.
“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.” Ovid
the river breeze
skims through Ovid’s poem
scent of lilacs
© Tournesol ‘15
Written for: Haiku Horizons “skim”

Ovid seems so appropriate for that environment, too. 🙂
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Glad you think so, Chris, thanks for reading:)
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Oh, I love this. You have inspired me to read Ovid again. Good one 🙂
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You know I AM inspired to read it…I only translated most of Greek mythology from Latin to English in high school:) I think I may read faster now:)
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What a beautiful inspiration Ovid offered you my dear girl and this haiga is ‘favoloso’!!! I miei complimenti sinceri!
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Ouf!! Merci bien pour ces éloges!! 🙂
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🙂
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Very nice thought for a spring day.
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Beautiful! 🙂
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thanks so much:)
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