I asked myself – why it's always like that, why we always really appreciate something after we lost it, for a while, or even for ever? Why we can deeply appreciate "the way green feels" – whatever it means in our lives, only after we spend some time in the desert – whatever it means in our lives, as well. And the only explanation I find (for now?) is that – if everything would be continually so intense like "green" in this haiku, in our life, maybe it would be too hard, even impossible, to stand it? Maybe.
November 25th, 2013 at 9:21 am
I imagined the feel of grass between my toes when I read this! Lovely, Billie. :)
marion
November 26th, 2013 at 5:45 am
Reading your haiku Billie, I get a synesthetic feeling of refreshment. Delightful.
November 26th, 2013 at 4:49 pm
I like!
November 27th, 2013 at 7:16 am
I asked myself – why it's always like that, why we always really appreciate something after we lost it, for a while, or even for ever? Why we can deeply appreciate "the way green feels" – whatever it means in our lives, only after we spend some time in the desert – whatever it means in our lives, as well. And the only explanation I find (for now?) is that – if everything would be continually so intense like "green" in this haiku, in our life, maybe it would be too hard, even impossible, to stand it? Maybe.
December 1st, 2013 at 1:04 pm
the (re)appearance of green must be one of the most welcome sights there is. enjoyed :-)
January 27th, 2014 at 11:59 am
It warms my heart to read your responses, folks. Many thanks and deep gratitude. –Billie