The geometer moths who as inchworm larvae appear to measure the earth. And doesn't every child have the potential to weigh up the planet, and gauge what we so called clever adults have done with the world that they are now set to inherit from us?
This haiku deserves to be widely appreciated, April-Lyn! A truly magical poem.
Ah, inchworms. How rarely did I ever come across them as a child, but how captivated whenever I did!
And now, as I savour the sensations this poem evokes, I remember the tickle of an inchworm on my palm as a child. And in a funny way, this nostalgia prompts a wave of sabi. Because I know my hand has become larger and my palm less sensitive as I have grown into adulthood and now middle age. Would I still feel that tickle any more, even if I could rediscover that creature? And I muse too that if the tiny inchworm measured its way across my hand, reading my palm, the steps would be so much smaller. Like the time remaining for pursuing life's adventures.
August 30th, 2013 at 12:26 am
Love this! Clever use of 'measuring'. :)
marion
August 30th, 2013 at 6:10 am
caterpillar
emphasizing each word
on the placard
August 31st, 2013 at 1:39 am
The geometer moths who as inchworm larvae appear to measure the earth. And doesn't every child have the potential to weigh up the planet, and gauge what we so called clever adults have done with the world that they are now set to inherit from us?
Wondeful haiku!
Alan, With Words
August 31st, 2013 at 7:25 am
This haiku deserves to be widely appreciated, April-Lyn! A truly magical poem.
Ah, inchworms. How rarely did I ever come across them as a child, but how captivated whenever I did!
And now, as I savour the sensations this poem evokes, I remember the tickle of an inchworm on my palm as a child. And in a funny way, this nostalgia prompts a wave of sabi. Because I know my hand has become larger and my palm less sensitive as I have grown into adulthood and now middle age. Would I still feel that tickle any more, even if I could rediscover that creature? And I muse too that if the tiny inchworm measured its way across my hand, reading my palm, the steps would be so much smaller. Like the time remaining for pursuing life's adventures.
Thank you for this challenge, April-Lyn,
Strider
October 29th, 2013 at 11:50 am
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