What is it about us humans that we want to imagine sentiment in brick and mortar? Yet at some level, all the molecules of all the universe are connected, and all vibrate together. So the imprint of the rose extends to the farthest star.
I imagine that my mother might recognize her self in your line "memories shutting down like slamming doors in the dark."
Well we do know that the wall has eyes. And ears (shhhhhh). So why can't it have memory. And one that fades with age? I tried to start a saying once but it wasn't picked up at all. Neither did my attempts to stop a saying. I may try that one again since my blogs are more widely read.
I like your second poem too. I had not thought of the comparison of the young not being able to remember being similar to the aged not being able to remember. That regression is a long journey one would surely hope. .. I hadn't been seeing your blogs for a while, I am not sure why? I hope you are okay. ..
Like many of your fans, I want to believe that the wall remembers...but maybe a step further. I do believe that the wall remembers, as every sentient thing is impacted by every other sentient thing...and the wall, while not animate, is made of sentient aggregates...what a lovely thing to think about it missing 'its' roses...
And the second poem was starker--maybe because of the human ego involvment...our need to feel in control? Thanks for both of these gems. I love your other sites, too. You make me smile!
You stopped me cold with the first. I had to ponder it before I could carry onto the second. The first rather lifts me. The second brings me down. Both are so well done.
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24 comments:
I love this
I think the wall knows....
And I think that journey back to birth is blissfully silent following the scream.
I liked these very much.
Dont know which one is better!!!So much said in few lines
The first, I think so, the second, I don't know.
I must apologize for screwing up your names on Jeeves post TWICE!
Lovely to think of the wall and the roses so entwined that memory can exist there. I really like this poem.
tendril fragments peep
shyly from stucco fissures;
ivy has no smell
I like them both ... but the idea of the wall, and roses ... now that's refreshing.
I'm sure the wall remembers.
Yes, I like to imagine that moment, that relationship preserved, recalled.
Lovely!
I agree with Martha--the wall knows where the roses grow.
i would like to think
in the touch of the vine
a wall remembers
summer-soft petals
I love the intimacy between the wall and the rose.
Indeed this is something to think about...
What is it about us humans that we want to imagine sentiment in brick and mortar? Yet at some level, all the molecules of all the universe are connected, and all vibrate together. So the imprint of the rose extends to the farthest star.
I imagine that my mother might recognize her self in your line "memories shutting down like slamming doors in the dark."
Well we do know that the wall has eyes. And ears (shhhhhh). So why can't it have memory. And one that fades with age?
I tried to start a saying once but it wasn't picked up at all. Neither did my attempts to stop a saying. I may try that one again since my blogs are more widely read.
I like your second poem too. I had not thought of the comparison of the young not being able to remember being similar to the aged not being able to remember. That regression is a long journey one would surely hope.
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I hadn't been seeing your blogs for a while, I am not sure why? I hope you are okay.
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I enjoyed both of these, but especially the first one! A very fresh way of thinking about roses and a wall.
Like many of your fans, I want to believe that the wall remembers...but maybe a step further. I do believe that the wall remembers, as every sentient thing is impacted by every other sentient thing...and the wall, while not animate, is made of sentient aggregates...what a lovely thing to think about it missing 'its' roses...
And the second poem was starker--maybe because of the human ego involvment...our need to feel in control? Thanks for both of these gems. I love your other sites, too. You make me smile!
The first haiga sends me searching for an answer. Lovely.
I cannot take the wall literally, nor perhaps even the roses but ask the question on another level.
i like both!
.."slamming doors in the dark_
scraeming mirror_
last possible exit_
journey back to birth.."
~lovely metaphors..
(the roses & the wall is also nice)
thank u for this..
typo:scraeming mirror_
(kindly read)>screaming mirror..
Simple but beautiful-
You stopped me cold with the first. I had to ponder it before I could carry onto the second. The first rather lifts me. The second brings me down. Both are so well done.
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