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Thursday, July 16, 2009

I'd written a much longer story to this, too long to post.

_Years back, I saw a pastel painting on a silk scroll... a flying bird, and clasped in its claws and beak, were twigs and grasses... the things of a nest. Along side the painting were Japanese characters that, of course, I could not decipher. Now I can only speculate.

time
begins in every birth
the nest

10 comments:

Devika Jyothi said...

Yes, those time cycles in a life cycle...or spanning life cycles,

and the nest -- as our earth, has its own cycles,

time is but infinite...life as a living soul, too

And, 'speculate' or imagine --they don't mean the same...do we speculate on a poem/painting or imagine...imagine is the word you meant?

anyway...good one, Magyar
paintings/music -- all inspire us to think --and you may read something, i may read some other and conclusions could never be drawn...even the artist often don't see things that a reader/viewer sees -thats about creativity of the latter, may be :)

i just tried to make some sense...but it all ended up as a ramble -- but i get the spirit of it, i guess Magyar

wishes,
devika

Lorraine said...

But your heart caught the message and now you're translating for us, how pretty :)

John McDonald said...

well done M
john

Laurie A. said...

nice.

Timoteo said...

Nice one. Yes, we're "on the clock" from the moment of birth...but only in this dimension where "time" exists.

Gillena Cox said...

How very nice; this is so interesting; i plan to do a collaborative Ekphrastic Poetry sequence, within the constraints of the haiku/senry genre, So here's a first and personal invitation to this Event coming soon at Lunch Break; watch for the Notice

much love
gillena

Emma Dalloway said...

this is very good Magyar, I love the sentiment, and its simplicity

haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert) said...

Well done, Magyar!

Best wishes,
Angelika

Magyar said...

I thank you all for understanding how the -guess- was made. _m

Maxine Beneba Clarke said...

I clicked through from Lorraine's blog. And boy am I glad I did. Haiku is the one poetry form I haven't tried. Mostly because I rant too much. Your poems are beautiful.