in the sea
bobbing on the waves
a passing story
§§
through sun and tempest
this infinite sea reveals
mysteries of life
each tiny shell a secret
each new wave a story
© G.s.k. ‘15
Carpe Diem #887 Returning home: between the waves, a clam
between the waves
small shells mingle with
bits of bush clover
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
a clam
torn from its shell
departing autumn
©Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Yes indeed! All life lessons:)
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Sure are .. they keep one on one’s toes!
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Profoundly moving and beautiful. You have tapped into an essential human experience here I feel.
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Thank you Suzanne .. it’s been a challenging year as a friend recently wrote 😉
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You describe the passage of time and experiences very well. I enjoyed this.
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Thanks Carol ..
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Beautifully said, cara. I’ve often compared grief to the waves to children. At first they are tidal waves crashing on the shore, the sting so raw, the waves eventually roll in with the occasional smashing on the shore until the l’eau est calme et claire comme un mirroir with the occasional ripple a bittersweet reminder. Hang on to your supports when riding the higher waves and know you are not alone. xx
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Wonderful comparison .. children can certainly seem like tidal waves when they start off! Thanks for the support … I know I’m not alone. xx
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I especially like “the passing story” – that haiku is so elegant and pure, leaving behind an indefinable tinge of emotion… Expertly written, in other words 🙂
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Thanks very much Blake, it was nice of you to say so.
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