A Timely Beginning

A most lovely sight, for end is illusion and beginnings reign supreme.

 

Journey

Cyclical swirls down

A falling bronzed leaf, ‘tis dead

Before hitting floor

 

Conclude

Crisp and old, she had

Reached her destination, to

Then be stamped of life

Furthermore, tattered by sole

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bree Potter]

Beautiful. I think that haiku has a special potential to startle us into thinking. And I would say you are certainly tapping into that. For one, your use of the haiku as form really matches the themes you wish to express. The repetition of syllables in a strict pattern resembles a kind of cyclicity, and especially the unbreakable cyclicity of life and death (or, seeing as the leaves fall from a tree, the experience of many lives and deaths, occurring over and over, every season). In the second stanza, I enjoyed the last word: "sole". It can be read as a pun on "soul" and "one" or even the "sole" of a shoe", all of which give weight to the poem. Finally, while I like how you combine mediums (visual, lyric, and instrumental), I have to admit that I turned off the music when reading. I can't tell why, really. I'm not sure if I found it distracting or if I found the words musical enough in and of themselves. It could also be that I'm a stickler for doing one thing at a time, whether that is listening to instruments or reading something. Or, I just don't know what I'm talking about, and it's best taken with a grain of salt!

[V. P. Trujillo]

I find no error in what makes you happy, it's not imposing on anything nor anyone. All's well, and I very much so thank you. I am very grateful for your words.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice music that seems fitting for this writing, nice picture too. I really like how you write about nature in this.

[V. P. Trujillo]

Yes, this took place a few weeks ago.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, the leaves fall from the tree and though they have died, they are quite beautiful and very much part of the circle of life. The metaphor in the second poem is apt. We live our lives to the fullest, but there is a time when we reach the final destination....every one of us must. The spirit lives on. Beautifully written poetry. Lydi**

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thanks very much, Lydia.

[V. P. Trujillo]

No one can better articulate how the perfection is, and how one season seems to run in the other like a circle, what a beautiful haiku ...

Vivid, through the cold air, until it dies... and silently waits to be reborn...
Nothing is more beautiful than to be one with nature, and with yourself :)

- Elisa

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thanks, Sis. x)

Always my pleasure ...

[Laminators Dubai]

understanding Journey was way easy at least for me. and that was way too amazing my friend.

[V. P. Trujillo]

I'm very glad you enjoyed it.