[...] "How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and you cannot even give them a feather". [...][...] "Seven centuries ago seven white doves rose from a deep valley flying to the snow-white summit of the mountain. One of the seven men who watched the flight said, "I see a black spot on the wing of the seventh dove". "Today the people in that valley tell of seven black doves who flew to the summit of the snowy mountain". [...]
[...] "They say to me, "A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush." But I say, "A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more than ten birds in the hand." Your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is life itself". [...]
upon the wings of sleep
magnificent dreams visit
the weary traveller
magnificent dreams visit
the weary traveller
currents and wind
the birds travel through the air
on fragile wings
the birds travel through the air
on fragile wings
angel wings flutter -
walking in a dark tunnel
two bats play tag
walking in a dark tunnel
two bats play tag
invisible wings
the chaff flies on the wind stream
propagating life
the chaff flies on the wind stream
propagating life
tiny winged creatures
hopping on river water
ephemeral gnats
hopping on river water
ephemeral gnats
© G.s.k. '14
Brilliant set Georgia! They encompass many different instances. Great imagery!
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Thanks so much Hank ... glad you enjoyed.
DeleteWonderfully composed series of haiku on wings Georgia ... very nicely done, that last haiku is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kristjaan ... Issa prevails ;-)
DeletePardon my confusion, because I'm really weary this morning, but how can chaff, the cast-off part of the grain, propagate life? I'm both intrigued and confused!
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Poetic license .... When I was in Africa, at harvest time, the people pulled in the grain, put it into a pile and beat it with clubs to break the kernals ... the chaff flew off in the wind leaving the heart of the grain which they then gathered in sacks the women pounding that into flour. A bit obscure I suppose -but I realized that the chaff flying off left the life giving substance which became flour.
Deletealas the beauty of those gnats.. you had me itching myself.
ReplyDeletelol ... I know ... it's fun to watch the little critters as long as they stay off me ;-)
DeleteAnd this series is even better than the last! Loved the bat haiku - saw two bats doing a tango at the drive-in the other night, so that one really spoke to me. (And Issa would love the gnats!) ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL ... The bats were flying out and around the courtyard out front of my house at 5:00 in the morning .. They reminded me so much of the swallows that it made me laugh!
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