Open Poetry #31 |
What Joy [Tanka] |
choshi Senior Member
since 2004-01-01
Posts 1184New York |
What joy would there be, if soft blossoms did not wither? As seasons turn- each moment becomes more dear, not sure when the last will fall. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
to treasure every moment of everything is to experience infinite joy...yes yes, in this i believe (though, i dont necessarily practice it all the time!) it's good to see you Paul |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
a wonderful write of the required rites of nature's changes, and the beauty within each season |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
yes my dear zenfriend but alas its so sad to see them fall as they rise, |
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zippi Member
since 2004-03-31
Posts 56California |
Me, I'd prefer to have spring, year-round. I search the trees ever March for the first sign of budding. Yes it would be wonderful if the blooms (Both on people and plants)could last. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
thought-provoking enjoyed this |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
What joy would there be, if soft blossoms did not wither? As seasons turn- each moment becomes more dear, not sure when the last will fall. i told him i wanted an official goodbye, but he said to him that each moment we spent was treasured and in his heart/head he would take each time to be goodbye, never expecting another time, tho he never said it who weeps more the branch or the blossom that falls victim to the flight of wind? or is there no separation of lovers in their own dreamworld? |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
There's only one season in heaven. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Beautiful...much enjoyed Paul. Hugs~ ~Before befriending butterflies |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
What joy would there be, if soft blossoms did not wither? loved the softness of your thoughts... M |
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