While this is a pretty scene, there is nothing for me to discover here. I have been told everything. I have been told what to see as well as how to interpret it. The oft-said adage “show don’t tell” is oft-said for a reason.
stella, we are even more alike, for what do i know
so true, paul
aren’t we told “all”
into my eyes…
star dust
meteor falls to earth
up springs something green
i tried to rethink, redo, remake, reinvent, retort, reread, retrorse, revamp, revalue,
but to this i resort, resolve,
perhaps for the fifth time, my need to reexamine
in one’s life time, how much we say, has been said in a similar fashion, before.
to think anything is original, even that isn’t an original thought.
norman, closeness, nor similarity counts
if only one knew how many times, what one says and thinks has been said before.
case in point:
“i love you”, simple, but surely this phrase has been said at least one trillion and one times
before. the individuals feeling as though they are it’s original author
after all is said and done, we all are but a body of “one”
It seems I need to clarify:
I was not questioning Corinne’s integrity, merely pointing up similarities with another haiku (and a WTP story!) I think we all know that this happens all the time.Contact
some do, some don’t, norman
so for those who don’t, even though the signs are there, perhaps clarification was in order.
in the dark
we all look alike
beneath the skin
we all are victims of assimilation through parentage and social stages. the images, and sounds we make, all have this similarity.
life’s a carrier of contagion.
nice to discover, first-hand, what ku’s have voiced. they mention* the moon in some unique fashion to a streetlight. then, it happens, my magical moment. not to be mistaken for a streetlight, however it’s close proximity was inspirational. i sighed while staring; but not reaching for paper nor pen.
–
things mindful of*
Well, things like that happen. Thought it was amusing just the same. Also, thought the first line sounded a bit long, but who am I to say?
While this is a pretty scene, there is nothing for me to discover here. I have been told everything. I have been told what to see as well as how to interpret it. The oft-said adage “show don’t tell” is oft-said for a reason.
A Winnie-the-Pooh moment, isn’t it? I like the picture but I’m not sure it’s a haiku.
I would argue that the 1st line is unnecessary:
well, how else are you going to see the moon (or the streetlight)?
–or anywhere else, what is the difference?
I wonder does anyone remember this:
at Shiki Haiku Salon 10/31/99
Contact
stella, you are “STELLA”
i took it to be a two lines haiku
stella, we are even more alike, for what do i know
so true, paul
aren’t we told “all”
into my eyes…
star dust
meteor falls to earth
up springs something green
i tried to rethink, redo, remake, reinvent, retort, reread, retrorse, revamp, revalue,
but to this i resort, resolve,
perhaps for the fifth time, my need to reexamine
integrity…
in one’s life time, how much we say, has been said in a similar fashion, before.
to think anything is original, even that isn’t an original thought.
norman, closeness, nor similarity counts
if only one knew how many times, what one says and thinks has been said before.
case in point:
“i love you”, simple, but surely this phrase has been said at least one trillion and one times
before. the individuals feeling as though they are it’s original author
after all is said and done, we all are but a body of “one”
northern bound geese
beneath the cloud
no rain
nope, i wasn’t finished, norman, we are a product of relative thinking.
so easy to be inspired, what do you think stella
blue sky
caressing the mountain
last of winter’s snow
if one has read even one haiku, one’s mind is germinated.
case in point:
the two pieces were created, by my focusing on norman’s reference, in a matter of seconds.
even the great masters were influenced, rather humbling thought
just one more:
no streetlight
peering above the corner pole
no moon
think about it
It seems I need to clarify:
I was not questioning Corinne’s integrity, merely pointing up similarities with another haiku (and a WTP story!) I think we all know that this happens all the time.Contact
some do, some don’t, norman
so for those who don’t, even though the signs are there, perhaps clarification was in order.
in the dark
we all look alike
beneath the skin
we all are victims of assimilation through parentage and social stages. the images, and sounds we make, all have this similarity.
life’s a carrier of contagion.
Any comment
is a welcome comment
in every variation!
Thanks all, Korinne
silent fear
mist over the
graveyard moon
bright, shining night
so many stars …
i never knew, could ever exist
–
winter lot
the heat of the car
in the night
memories –
moon’s not out tonight
where it normally cross the sky
–
the barn owl screech
through the pines
When darkness shrouds
Any light we truly see
Leads us to be free
nice to discover, first-hand, what ku’s have voiced. they mention* the moon in some unique fashion to a streetlight. then, it happens, my magical moment. not to be mistaken for a streetlight, however it’s close proximity was inspirational. i sighed while staring; but not reaching for paper nor pen.
–
things mindful of*
“spotting the bullshit
from a blimp–
in a fog”
–
nice ku, k o
Love may seem to hide
Behind our ego or the mind
But it always shines