Sunday, July 21, 2013

Reality in Life


                                                                                    Attribution:  ceridwen                
Image: A Decomposed  Leaf  (substitute for
image of a decomposing flower ) (here)

decomposed flowers
silent witness of a relative
red tear-stained eyes
Stark reality in life
Sustenance brief and fleeting

decomposed flowers
silent witness of a relative
red tear-stained eyes
Divine intervention not
invoked by design 

Note:  Kris provided us a haiku and we are to make it a tanka by adding  2 lines
of 7 syllables making the syllable count as  5-7-5-7-7.  I’ve decided an offering
of 2 tanka

Written for Chev’s CARPE DIEM's Tan Renga Challenge #7  and
shared with Open Link Monday at Real Toads

17 comments:

  1. so many meanings likewise life is too

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  2. Decompaing flowers - a sad thought but they brought such joy along the way, no?

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  3. This was a fun write, wasn't it?
    I had a friend, a retired Baptist preacher who, when he visited a person in the hospital, would bring a bouquet of wilted dead flowers.
    ..

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    1. I wonder what message he was driving at. It might create questions unnecessarily from those receiving them.Thanks Dr Jim!

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  4. Like your take. Always grounded in what is.

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  5. I like what you did with this, Hank! Nice composition.

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  6. Living the best one can, through each stage

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  7. This is very Ecclesiastes, everything has a season.

    I always ask people to not give me cut flowers, because they depress me when they wilt. Yeah, I know, you can dry them, but it's still death, all I see...

    Very affecting poem, Hank. Love, Amelita

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  8. Great connection here between the dying flowers, the inference of a relative passing on, how fleeting it all is......yet how beautiful. Lovely, Hank!

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  9. This is rich with meaning. The connection between the dead flower and a relative really struck me..when my grandmother died there were so many roses at her funeral. For so long I couldn't stand the smell of a rose because it took me back to that day.

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  10. I love this one! So many layers of meaning~ I really enjoyed this write! Well Done Hank :D

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  11. You did a great job on this challenge Hank, two Tan Renga, really awesome ones and both with another deeper meaning. Thank you for sharing these with us all here on Carpe Diem.

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  12. Both thoughtful. I like the first best. Life is fleeting and always a mystery as to when it ends.

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  13. Reality, we who witness death and support the living also age and decompose in time. Life as bouquet, in which some parts wilt faster than others! Nicely done.

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  14. Opens up different interpretations here. A bouquet indeed!

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