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July 7, 2014 § 19 Comments
dragonflies mating –
do they know
there is no tomorrow
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Image courtesy 123RF
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Changing Skin: modern haiku and other stories 
The rhyme makes the poem “resonate”, it is really thrilling because (in my opinion) it leads to think about our own fate. Are we sure there we’ll have tomorrows… and the present suddenly becomes “eternal”. It is really a beautiful and so profound poem Rachael. And always so short and so accurately written. Have a nice week!
Thanks, Frederic. I suppose I was playing with ideas of consciousness and mindfulness – and of course, our false notion of ‘time’ and linear perception. In the end I made a paradox.
Knowing you are in Paris often reminds me of a pleasurable past. My family had apartments in Montparnasse.
Have a pleasant week, also!
A bit like modern humans then? 🙂 Another wonderfully spare and spacious haiku. I admire the way you manage to pack so much meaning in through allusion; much is hinted at, nothing insisted upon. GRSS
Just a little 🙂 Creating space and divergence seem so important in haiku, and it’s sometimes hard to get it right without appearing obtuse or too abstract. So pleased you appreciated it. Made my day. Enjoy your walk on the moors. R
Just off, dear lady 🙂
How sad. A powerful metaphor too.
But then tomorrow never comes…
Thanks, Chris 🙂
True, your welcome and a new pic I see!
Superb and on the cusp of satire!
A kind of insect burlesque perhaps…
I like this one, my friend. I doubt they care about tomorrow, since they’re fulfilling their main purpose in life now. 😛
I never thought of it from that angle… 🙂
And I like your new photo!
Thank you my dear. It’s not that recent as I hate having my picture taken, but it feels nicer than the painting (which wasn’t one of mine anyway, but by Robert Delauney’s wife, Sonia) 🙂
I know what you mean–I can’t stand having my picture taken. But the one you’ve chosen here is beautiful. 🙂
Might I join the chorus of approval for the photograph?
Haha, Geoffrey. You may. Such as it is!
Wait, WHAT?! Please forgive my Americanness, but that inelegant phrase captures my jaw dropping in surprise and delight to see (part of) your lovely face, Rachael! Very cool…both your visage, and, comme toujours, your flair for enigma and mystery. And the poem: agree with Geoffrey’s apt observation….”wonderfully spare and spacious.” Including the title of many meanings. Many thanks to you and the dragonflies for the poetic insight. xoxo
I love what you call your ‘Americanness’, Chloe. Don’t ever lose it, whichever part of the world you happen to be living! I do like the thought of being thought of as enigmatic: no chance – but I’ll work on it 🙂
The lavender is abloom and the haiku is writ, but every time I try and take a photo to match your house paint, the bees get cross and tell me to clear off. I had no idea getting inebriated on pollen was such a private affair… 🙂