what a [hiding] place by Jean LeBlanc
Jean’s insights and visualizations derive delicacy from the environment, birds, and nature, and sloshes a solvent of beauty mixed with the solutes of delicacy, homogenously on every page of the book through her writings. In this collection, nature's secrets intimacies receive brilliance from natural sources: birds, rocks, rivers, insects and trees. No doubt the author’s haiku begin with emotion recollected in tranquillity; the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears and emotion is gradually produced.
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Jean’s insights and visualizations derive delicacy from the environment, birds, and nature, and sloshes a solvent of beauty mixed with the solutes of delicacy, homogenously on every page of the book through her writings. In this collection, nature's secrets intimacies receive brilliance from natural sources: birds, rocks, rivers, insects and trees. No doubt the author’s haiku begin with emotion recollected in tranquillity; the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears and emotion is gradually produced.
The following haiku from the book shows the ecstasy in the insights of the author:
the daylily
by dusk
drained of orange
bowed with rain
petals curled under
In debt with the radiant elements invigorates the reader with every such element included herein.
winter meadow
the grace
of broken things
Finding positivity from the bad things is what we hope to do but often fail miserably in getting over it. Signifying the grace of broken things’ inexorably triggers an apocalypse of negativity and wicked thoughts.
Connecting the haiku with the ancestors amid the book is remarkable in Dragon Bones. As I read, I was astonished to see that the author is thankful to her ancestors for the rain which will keep us away from the hungry months by providing a great crop yield. Moreover, she requests them to accept the turtle shell and petals as embellishments for their honored tombs. Much emotive!
even from this height
the gleam in
the hummingbird’s eye
This spectacular haiku flashes a glimpse of the hummingbird’s eye before the eyes and we the readers have no other way except popping out our eyes at the glimmer resided in.
what a [hiding] place by Jean LeBlanc divulges lively and natural imagery and vigorousness in her writings. At once chilling, refreshing, thought-provoking exclusively illuminating.