Haiku My Heart:







your nimble fingers
wave to other sea creatures
flowering mermaid

This week's haiku offerings
are at Recuerda mi Corazon.

Comments

Spadoman said…
At first, that looked like a lot of real good icing on a freshly baked cinnamon roll. It is a beautiful photo. Did you know I am very partial to the Selkies you speak of? Very nive indeed. Thanks for sharing and caring.

Peace
January 6, 2012 at 8:49 AM
gma said…
She ia s gorgeous waving mermaid flower. I smile and wave back to her.
January 6, 2012 at 9:05 AM
*jean* said…
flowering mermaid...i will always think of that now...happy friday!
January 6, 2012 at 9:17 AM
peggy gatto said…
It is moving! What a lovely picture!!!
January 6, 2012 at 9:46 AM
Cheryl said…
Gorgeous flowering mermaid with spiky tentacles. I love the coours.
January 6, 2012 at 9:52 AM
rebecca said…
ohhhhhh, wonderful!!!
as are you in every way!
January 6, 2012 at 10:38 AM
carol l mckenna said…
Another great photo and haiku~~ thanks, namaste, Carol (A Creative Harbor)
January 6, 2012 at 2:51 PM
Priti Lisa said…
This is my favorite this week. ♥♥♥
January 6, 2012 at 4:03 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
This image is rich, sumptuous. The colors are breathtaking and it makes one wonder what life is like under the sea. I love your haiku, so gentle and serene.
Noelle
January 6, 2012 at 10:09 PM
foxysue said…
Lots of clicking opportunities here, perfect haiku too, in my book at least ;~>

Sue x
January 7, 2012 at 12:25 AM
Kim Mailhot said…
How very very gorgeous !!! Thanks for the treat !
Happy weekend !
January 7, 2012 at 6:00 AM
A Bit of the Blarney said…
Leaves me speechless it is so beautiful!!! Have a grand weekend!!! Cathy
January 7, 2012 at 7:32 AM
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