Here are my entries. Go to Ronovan’s blog for dozens more haiku on the theme.
Painting by Max Rudolf Schramm
Fir tree casts green pools
shadow cools pangs of hot sun
and my wells of grief.
Lone swan on the lake
white beauty, neck bowed in grief
pines for her lost love.
Grieve, lonely white one
sing your last song to the wind
waste away, ghost bird.
I like the format of this, how it flows from one to the next, yet each is its own.
Thank you. I suppose it’s development of the same root idea, different branches.
I especially like the first one–that second line is brilliant.
Thank you! I think (not sure) that the first one might be as close to a proper haiku as I ever get. The other two are more like very short poems in the haiku pattern.
Wow! These are really good! Love the third one best.
Thanks Vashti 🙂 How do you feel about writing a Sept? Instructions in the post.
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2015/10/16/poetry-challenge-sept/
Your image matched perfectly with your Haiku. Knowing swans mate for life, makes the Haiku even sadder, knowing there will never be another love. Th
Your image matched perfectly with your Haiku. Knowing swans mate for life, makes the Haiku even sadder, knowing there will never be another love. That is truly sad and would make one grief stricken. jk
Exactly. We tend to assume human beings have the monopoly of emotions like grief, but many animals are much more faithful to memory than we are.
I have seen my own animals walking around confused when we have lost a member of our cat family. One kept trying to be like the cat who died. Feeling his importance needed to be filled. But Carter, stepped up. He is one of our most Divine of kitties. On patrol, protecting us all. And loving as no other. All of our animals are filled with love and giving. So unlike a great many people. I love cat hugs and their purring is so wonderful and snuggly little furry creatures they are. My parrot Saki is also a real love. Believe it or not, she loved to snuggle into my chin when she is sitting on my neck pillow. She loves being near my face.
It is extremely painful to lose an animal or someone we truly love. It creates a scream deep inside that wants out. I have done my share of screaming. It may freak everyone around you but it is great for the soul. And the swan, mourns alone. I suppose we all do, in our own way.
More animals than we imagine pair for life. When you consider that their primal urge is to reproduce and not much else, to spend the rest of its life alone after its mate dies must be harrowing.
Beautiful beautiful work!!!
Thanks so much!
The lovely painting caught my eye, then your three haiku poem drew me in. Beautifully arranged.
Thank you! Finding a painting to go with the poems is part of the fun 🙂