I saw someone visiting a grave when I read this, Kashinath. Our cemeteries are filled with plastic flowers here in Ireland and I find them very sad. However, the 'butterfly' mind lifts this from pathos. I thought of spirits soaring and the like. An intriguing ku.
January 12th, 2019 at 5:27 pm
I love this, it makes me think of William Carlos William's The Red Wheelbarrow. So much depends upon the light in which we perceive …
old trishaw rider
still looking fresh
plastic flowers
January 21st, 2019 at 9:39 am
Thank you Jane!
January 25th, 2019 at 2:24 pm
Thanks for this beaut, Kash.
so real
these plastic flowers-
my butterfly mind
Oh! the transient mind!!
January 27th, 2019 at 9:11 am
I saw someone visiting a grave when I read this, Kashinath. Our cemeteries are filled with plastic flowers here in Ireland and I find them very sad. However, the 'butterfly' mind lifts this from pathos. I thought of spirits soaring and the like. An intriguing ku.
marion
January 28th, 2019 at 1:27 am
Such an Aha! in the third line!! brilliance thy name is Kash!
February 1st, 2019 at 6:18 pm
Lovely as always, Kash.
– Anitha
February 5th, 2019 at 7:43 am
How simple and beautiful
February 7th, 2019 at 6:18 am
Thanks all for your inspiring comments!
March 17th, 2019 at 7:45 pm
winter dresser
the long shadows of a tree