Morning Haiku and Waka – Emotions – February 25, 2015

One is certain of nothing but the truth of one’s own emotions.
Howard’s End by E.M. Forster

long faced dude
in frustration rants and storms
tempest tantrum
shouting breaking plates
placated he’s depressed

emotional tempests
from whence do they come
my peace is destroyed
is this Forster’s truth
for which I should be certain

§§§§§§§§§§§§§

on the lake
early dawn or sunset
serenity

sweet babies breath
his perfume intoxicates
besotted mother

looking into his eyes
sea depths of pure beauty
in my mind

the wind chimes
tingling in the summer breeze
here and now

§§§§§§§§

lost in emotions
tempests of passion rage
then the empty void
what is the truth in this
where the certainty
lost in oneself
wanting only what one expects
ones own truths
ones own visions of existence
deviations
creating storms of rage
like a child lost
in his own needs and visions
wanting what is known

even happiness
when extreme creates sadness
even love
when extreme creates hurt
better to lose this certainty

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with Ha

24 thoughts on “Morning Haiku and Waka – Emotions – February 25, 2015

  1. Oh my , cara, quels émoitons de tous genres…la rage qui detruit tout ceux autour, l’amour pure en regardant un nouveau né…you evoke so many feelings here, cara, each is felt…well done, ma chère…gros câlin!!

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  2. Wonderful indeed. Evocative and emotive writing. You have pictured emotions in such a brilliant manner in your words.
    I loved this bit: “my peace is destroyed/is this Forster’s truth/for which I should be certain”.
    -HA

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  3. ” even happiness
    when extreme creates sadness
    even love
    when extreme creates hurt
    better to lose this certainty”

    This particular stanza reminded me of all the soldiers – who do indeed wish that they could loose the certainty of their memories. My FIL was not one to talk about his time in the service during WWII. We have some young ones in the service now… talking to those who do not share the same experiences… can be difficult.

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    • How very true … these young people go off to war, with certainties in their hearts … and come home with some very terrible memories … and each generation seems to have to face even more terrible memories … difficult and very sad.

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  4. I especially like the pure romanticism of –
    ‘looking into his eyes
    sea depths of pure beauty’
    Which is then qualified by the last line, subtly and intelligently.

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