This was moving, beautiful, and very generous to share. I can’t even begin to imagine losing my dogs, or losing my parents, and I sincerely doubt I could carry it with this much grace, let alone write about it. That haiku really does put things in perspective, though. I can see how it might help someone through very dark times.
The more I got into poetry the weirder I found it. Kind of a min/max situation where it can mean and say nothing to you, until you find one that almost no matter when era it was written in, strikes the wavelength you’re on. When I read that Haiku, it pulled the memory out easily, and then I started writing.
It was a shit time, but the silver lining was that after everything was over, I was, in fact free. And I’d be remiss in squandering that freedom. In a way, it would be an insult to the losses to not live more because of them. So I did. And here we are. Thank you for reading! And I’m glad you enjoyed it.
That’s a beautiful way to put it. I think that’s what the haiku does so well: it doesn’t make the loss smaller, but it changes where the eye can rest after it.
And what you said about not living less because of the losses feels like the real heart of the piece. Really glad you wrote - and shared - it.
It's a great way to look at things and a great way to see things. The moon really lights things up once your eyes adjust. Hehe. Well, it was a rough time, but you got through it and moving on and meeting new folks and traveling and making new connections. I think it's the best way. Awesome post, Kind Chicken.
This was moving, beautiful, and very generous to share. I can’t even begin to imagine losing my dogs, or losing my parents, and I sincerely doubt I could carry it with this much grace, let alone write about it. That haiku really does put things in perspective, though. I can see how it might help someone through very dark times.
Thank you for all of this.
The more I got into poetry the weirder I found it. Kind of a min/max situation where it can mean and say nothing to you, until you find one that almost no matter when era it was written in, strikes the wavelength you’re on. When I read that Haiku, it pulled the memory out easily, and then I started writing.
It was a shit time, but the silver lining was that after everything was over, I was, in fact free. And I’d be remiss in squandering that freedom. In a way, it would be an insult to the losses to not live more because of them. So I did. And here we are. Thank you for reading! And I’m glad you enjoyed it.
That’s a beautiful way to put it. I think that’s what the haiku does so well: it doesn’t make the loss smaller, but it changes where the eye can rest after it.
And what you said about not living less because of the losses feels like the real heart of the piece. Really glad you wrote - and shared - it.
It's a great way to look at things and a great way to see things. The moon really lights things up once your eyes adjust. Hehe. Well, it was a rough time, but you got through it and moving on and meeting new folks and traveling and making new connections. I think it's the best way. Awesome post, Kind Chicken.
Hey thanks Parker, I agree. 10 years later, I’m still traveling. Maybe a little less now though. Moving’s expensive! hahaha