Killer haiku, brother; allegorical and bang on relative to the painting. I considered a tanka or two, a perfect reflection of water colors–but you know me, a long poem sprung out of one of her paintings.
Thank you Merril. It is all that can be said, whether it be a leaf, or us hanging on the tree of life — we all eventually go to our destiny. What that actually happens to be, none of us truly “knows”. Speculation is not knowledge, supposition is not truth — it’s simply destiny.
The mystery to the question, “where do we go?” It has been asked through all of time, and until the end of time. Once we separate from the tree of life, where, if anyplace, do we end up. Much speculation, much supposition, but no true answer because nobody has ever brought back the truth. Yet, philosophers of all ilks will debate it for eternity, and none will truly know — until… yes Paul, many many layers.
I invite you Bev, to read my comment here to Paul Cannon regarding my haiku, “Destiny”. So very very nice to have you visit and comment, thank you! I read and enjoy each of your contributions to the prompts here on dVerse, and on other prompt sites — but frustratingly, your Blogger site just will not accept my comments… ;-(
Killer haiku, brother; allegorical and bang on relative to the painting. I considered a tanka or two, a perfect reflection of water colors–but you know me, a long poem sprung out of one of her paintings.
Thank you Glenn. I understand the drive to thoroughly speak one’s mind. You know I have a tendency to stretch out poetically as well dude…
Nice conversation between oak and leaf.
It was destined Frank… 🙂
The wisdom of trees….so calm and reassuring.
They are our sentinels through history Mish.
To your destiny – how wise…
We all eventually arrive at the same one True.
This is the best of the three! Wonderful!
I appreciate your gracious words Dwight — thank you.
And so it is. Love the haiku.
Thank you Grace! 🙂
good one, Rob, and so it goes…
Thank you Lisa — and so it inevitably goes…
A lovely haiku, Rob! A short and sweet exploration of the relationship between tree and leaf.
We all hang from the tree of life Kim, and it will be our time to let go eventually.
Nicely done, Rob! A question for the ages conveyed in the few words of your haiku.
Thank you Merril. It is all that can be said, whether it be a leaf, or us hanging on the tree of life — we all eventually go to our destiny. What that actually happens to be, none of us truly “knows”. Speculation is not knowledge, supposition is not truth — it’s simply destiny.
For me there are layers in this simple yet complex haiku, so wonderfully said.
The mystery to the question, “where do we go?” It has been asked through all of time, and until the end of time. Once we separate from the tree of life, where, if anyplace, do we end up. Much speculation, much supposition, but no true answer because nobody has ever brought back the truth. Yet, philosophers of all ilks will debate it for eternity, and none will truly know — until… yes Paul, many many layers.
Inspired haiku, Rob! Simmers the age-old question down to three succinct lines!
I invite you Bev, to read my comment here to Paul Cannon regarding my haiku, “Destiny”. So very very nice to have you visit and comment, thank you! I read and enjoy each of your contributions to the prompts here on dVerse, and on other prompt sites — but frustratingly, your Blogger site just will not accept my comments… ;-(
How very sweet and meaningful! Thank you, Bev
You are most welcome Bev! I love your gentle nature pieces — just wonderful! Thank you for visiting… 🙂
to rot
is not a sacrifice
but necessity
for its end
to be
a new beginning
Beautiful Björn. And such is the cycle of life — the great mandala turns.
Nice haiku!
Thank you RW.
a haiku is perfect for this image!
Glad you felt the essence that I was drawn to in this piece Kerfe. I really
like Beverly’s nature pieces.
The best message so far. Profound.
Thank you Vivian, that is very kind of you to say. I am glad you enjoyed this kaiku… 🙂
It’s a fun thought, that leaf asking itself, really, about where it is going. Back to ground, full circle.
None of us know where we go Deanna, we have only suppositions.