Brian,
That is a great haiku! It has hit all the elements and brings with it the question of perception. Well done.
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Brian,
That is a great haiku! It has hit all the elements and brings with it the question of perception. Well done.
Moderator
Haiku is excellent Brian, as evocative as any I've read. I will come back and digest the thread properly, my brain's a mess, but thanks for the lovely work, as usual.
Thanks, guys, I'm pretty happy with the haiku as a poem (less so as haiku because of the "telliness" of the final parts, but I may be being nit-picky)--still, it seems to be evoking the response I would hope for, and my nitpicks may be trivial beside that.
I've contemplated possible changes for a more image-based way of making the comparison, but I am not sure of them.
Here is one for today:
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The Primal Desire
Modern treetops do not allow for greenery, or curved lines of boughs,
or affine fractal symmetries that sway in gentle breezes
Metal limbs and trunk, instead, devised by some Euclidean mind that contemplates
Sierpinski and Eiffel—as the ancient Greeks contemplated the human form,
as Michelangelo contemplated God—grow in forests made of concrete and steel,
fulfilling the primal desire to climb, to return to some arboreal world of lightness.
Some men can dance in these metal trees, the way an infant chimpanzee will jump
from limb to limb, fearless of danger, then sleep upon those limbs in confident repose.
But the tree of the jungle, the savanna, and the bush does not need the chimpanzee—
it grows for its own reasons. What reasons have we to plant these strange seeds?
Termites and bees have their excuses; the hive mind drives them.
What Queen do we worship—what flower with its nectar makes us drunk
with dreams of technologic architecture? Or does it only matter
that we dance in this strange arbor made of concrete and of steel?
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BrianIsAtYou
I think I think, therefore I might be.
Hi Brian,
"The Moon Is a Myth" has great music and voice. I was immediately drawn in. I also like how you use Prussian Blue for the Goering poem. A few more to the finishing line!
Jee
Brian
Nicely expressed sentiments in The Way We See Ourselves. And Primal Desire is interesting and has the great line -
or affine fractal symmetries that sway in gentle breezes
And with that you're over the finish line and more. Cheers and streamers on another NaPo done.
Yea! / Dunc
Yay, Brian, as always you finished first, and not even out of breath. I have enjoyed the last few days, with Mazdia's photo and The Primal Desire as standouts along with the charming haiku - I think of weeds/salad, myself.
I've enjoyed NaPoing along with you; you do inspire me to work harder by making it look so easy. Cheers and thank you for your support!
Brian,
You use light and reflection very well in 'Time’s Mirror'. The effect is almost hypnotic and makes the photograph seem unecessary. The words stand powerfully on their own. I wasn't keen on the centered format though.
Sorry I'm such a late visitor!
bop