Morning Haiku and Waka – Emotions – February 25, 2015

Paul Ruiz

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

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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

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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

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with Ha

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

Oh Georgia. This breaks my heart.
Trying to keep those moments of peace when the world is a tempest.
[hugs]

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Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 06:34 said:

Ah dear, life is what it is … even in the seasons we’ve got tempests (which is why I chose that word) and bright sunsets. But if we can take those moments and create a poem or a story … now what really bother’s me is that I wrote a reply yesterday and I’ve had to just re-write it … ah the wonders of WeirdPress!

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- Jen on February 26, 2015 at 06:41 said:
  
  Oh sheesh!! Thanks WeirdPress! Another blogger was talking about having problems commenting — so perhaps we in the US are seeing a preview of things to come! o.O
  
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  - Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 07:20 said:
    
    I hope not .. I really hope not.
    
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    - Jen on February 26, 2015 at 07:37 said:
      
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love the honesty.

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Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 06:40 said:

Thanks ..

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What a cool variety of approaches.

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Bastet on February 25, 2015 at 20:39 said:

🙂

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Honest – wonderful.

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Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 06:05 said:

Thanks …

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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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Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 06:34 said:

Grazie … emotions are easy and not easy to depict. Usually we talk about love in poetry … I don’t remember reading Forster’s book, that is I remember reading the book but don’t remember much of the plot … so I relied some of my own emotional experiences … glad you enjoyed the series!

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- Tracesofthesoul on February 26, 2015 at 08:40 said:
  
  I did and I though of you as well.
  
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  - Bastet on February 26, 2015 at 11:18 said:
    
    Thanks again.
    
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Emotionally evocative. Good work.

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Bastet on February 27, 2015 at 11:09 said:

Thanks Alice …

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- Alice Keys on February 27, 2015 at 20:07 said:
  
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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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Bastet on February 28, 2015 at 11:26 said:

You did a brilliant prompt HA … emotions can be so powerful and yet so elusive to write about. Thanks for your great work and for reading my post!

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” 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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Bastet on February 28, 2015 at 11:28 said:

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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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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