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
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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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
But your heart caught the message and now you're translating for us, how pretty :)
well done M
john
nice.
Nice one. Yes, we're "on the clock" from the moment of birth...but only in this dimension where "time" exists.
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
this is very good Magyar, I love the sentiment, and its simplicity
Well done, Magyar!
Best wishes,
Angelika
I thank you all for understanding how the -guess- was made. _m
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.
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