Creative Writing and unfinished business…
June 10, 2014 § 13 Comments
my body mute
only a forest shadow –
soon the wind
Tagged: ethereal, haiku, poetry, transcendent
Beautifully written, Rachael. For me this poem perfectly epitomises our transient relationship with nature.
Thanks, Chris. And perhaps the reality of our own immortality?
How very true!
Elegant and polished to a sheen, Rachael! May the rustle of the leaves in the wind always thrill your soul.
Thanks, Ron. That’s some praise. And may you continue to elevate us with your poetry like the high flying swallow you really are.
Darn it, Chris’s comment sums this one up perfectly once again! Impermanence is paradoxically comforting and anxiety-inducing for me, but the way you describe it here makes me feel comforted. This is eerily beautiful.
I feel the same emotions, Miranda. I’m feeling compelled to explore the idea of my own mortality just now – I guess that’s why this haiku appeared. Also a friend – a really talented writer – died last week after a long, painful fight with leukemia. Brings it home…
I’m deeply sorry for the loss of your friend, Rachael. I’m here if you need to talk, anytime. ❤
Thank you. xx
The last line is simply gorgeous
“soon the wind” – bientôt le vent – magnifique, j’aime beaucoup.
You’re able to mean a lot just in a few words. Thank you 🙂
Thank you, F! I struggled with that last line, until I stopped trying – you know how it goes…
Thank you. So pleased you liked it.
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