Thursday, September 5, 2013

Cycle

browning squash blossoms
hard winds shaping the garden
summer blowing away

4 comments:

  1. Sigh...."summer blowing away"......as it always does. Poignant, kiddo!

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    1. I'm thinking about the concept of just surrendering to the changes - even seeing beauty in the death of things. I've caught "wabi sabi"!!! Just saying...still, loss is loss.

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  2. the poem pivots, both formally and philosophically, on "shaping," doesn't it? the recognition that time is not simply a flowing away, but a contour, a work of shape ... and of course that the garden one has shaped will ultimately be re-shaped by natural process ...

    very good :-))

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  3. Thanks for your thoughtful comment. If I had titled it, I would have named it Cycle, or even Rebirth but, with haiku, titles are a too clunky and you are right, the focus is on the shaping, not where it is going.

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