A butterfly cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
Counting
the years that pass,
we look back with regret
at happiness fading like old
snapshots.
Birds fly against the light, asking
only to live each day—
they salute the
sunrise.
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One of the great benefits of being human is that our minds can travel through time both backwards and forwards. Nicholas Humphrey believes this is at the heart of civilisation , sadly he also suggests it is the origin of the fear of death, and here you have it in poetic form.
I did read somewhere that we are the only animals that fear death by anticipation. Animals can’t imagine death. I’m not sure where the evidence for that comes from. Why do they run away if it’s not fear of being killed? Or is that not the same notion?
These are really important thoughts, Jane! Sometimes i think we should not remember to much from the past, and do it like the birds. 😉 Michael
I don’t suppose birds are always telling their children, “It was so much better when we were your age.”
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That is a different notion since death is imminent. You could not write or read prose or poetry if you were not human , we have to make the most of how we are constructed , we cannot escape from ourselves.
Ah Jane you instinctively say it ‘ only to live each day ‘ , they live in the moment.
Yes, you’re right. If you live only in the moment, you react as is appropriate not thinking about what will happen next.
I like the comparison between the passing of time and the birds flying by without a care in the world. This poem really makes you think. Excellent connections, Jane. ❤
Thanks Colleen. That was the effect I was hoping for for 🙂
Excellent connections. ❤
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Beautiful and perfect 💜
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