game of life
at the end
everything
goes back
in the box
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G.R. LeBlanc
G.R. LeBlanc is a haiku poet and fiction writer residing in Atlantic Canada.
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Not everything. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Our remains are recycled and return to the box/earth. The soul lifts free to become pure energy again and pursue its path of learning and growth. Nicely done.
i love it that some of the most profound thoughts are amusing….and so easily provoke controversy. Someone out there/ up there obviously has a sense of humour
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game of life
at the end
everything
goes back
in the box
—G.R. LEBLANC
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It's so true. Not just with my parents, but after having faced death a couple of times, I could see that it's okay to let things go, and not worry that they go 'back into the box'.
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I'm currently literally putting things in big cardboard boxes as I clear my mom's house room by room.
I am reminded of my mother's insistence that we put all the pieces of a game back in the box after it has ended, so that everything is in order for next time. Because of the first two lines, this box suggests a coffin/casket, so we are neatly packed away ready for the next life!
Kudos!
Thank you, Peggy! :)
LOL! Funny stuff Gisele. :)
Thanks, Dave! I'm so glad you liked it. :)
Are we recyclable as you suggest? Or are we unique? It’s a question of vital importance.
Not everything. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Our remains are recycled and return to the box/earth. The soul lifts free to become pure energy again and pursue its path of learning and growth. Nicely done.
Thank you, Alison! I appreciate your thoughts and comment! :)
c'est la vie!
Hi, Barbara! And, merci! :)
i love it that some of the most profound thoughts are amusing….and so easily provoke controversy. Someone out there/ up there obviously has a sense of humour
Thank you, Olivier. I appreciate your comment! :)
A visit to your: "Why I Write Haiku" _m
Thank you for visiting, Magyar, and for leaving the lovely haiku. :)
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game of life
at the end
everything
goes back
in the box
—G.R. LEBLANC
.
It's so true. Not just with my parents, but after having faced death a couple of times, I could see that it's okay to let things go, and not worry that they go 'back into the box'.
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I'm currently literally putting things in big cardboard boxes as I clear my mom's house room by room.
warmest regards,
Alan
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That must be difficult to do, Alan. Letting go is never easy, but we all must learn to do it at some point.
Comme celui est amusant, Gisele!
I am reminded of my mother's insistence that we put all the pieces of a game back in the box after it has ended, so that everything is in order for next time. Because of the first two lines, this box suggests a coffin/casket, so we are neatly packed away ready for the next life!
marion
Merci, Marion! I'm also finding it interesting to read everyone's interpretation and thoughts on this one.
That's one of the reasons I enjoy haiku so much, Gisele – there are so many ways a haiku can be interpreted depending on the reader's life experience.
marion
Yes, so true, Marion! :)
So it is indeed. Like chess pieces cleared from the board when the game is over and returned to the box awaiting the next game …
sad