“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.” Mizuta Masahide
I’ve always loved that Zen zinger. Mish serves it as inspiration for Tuesday Poetics at d’Verse Pub for Poets. I went from sight to sound in the form of five “American Sentences”, 17 syllable sentences in one line.
We could never say what the falling tree in the forest sounded like.
It was we who did not marvel as whispering grass reclaimed asphalt.
From our point of view couldn’t see that the World would go on without us.
The World is not indifferent, but must represent the greater good.
Who will hear the warbling testaments that this spring is far from silent?
Gentle but piercing lines, D.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Yes indeed. Who will? Lovely 🥰
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Thank you.
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My pleasure ☺️
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It’s at times like this that American sentences fit the bill, encapsulating the loss of words, the despair felt by everyone, and the thought that our questions might never be answered. The sentence that got to me is:
‘It was we who did not marvel as whispering grass reclaimed asphalt.’
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That line got to me as well! It’s a soft beautiful piece with sharp words!
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Yes, that form, a prosey poem, seemed to fit. Thank you for your comments.
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I like your perspective. The greater good. That, to me includes all life not just our selfie-snapping, round world holiday, gas-guzzling lives.
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You got what I was going for. American sentences also seemed appropriate for that message.
Thank you for coming by and commenting.
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It’s always a pleasure to know that others share the same thoughts.
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I was walking yesterday enjoying the bird sounds, noting the dearth of visible or audible human activity and thought of the irony, the reversal of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring. Nature bats last as the bumper stickers admonished.
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That is exactly the point that was made on the science programme on the radio this lunchtime. Our silence lets nature hear herself for a change. If only it would last, and all these people who are suddenly discovering the joys of peace and quiet said, let’s keep it that way. But they won’t.
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Remind me of Joni Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi”.
We don’t know what we got till it’s gone… (k)
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Eventually the pavement will succumb to that grass.
Thank you for coming by.
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Let’s hope so!
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There is a greater good besides ourselves.
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Yes, and we haven’t been so good for It.
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This is beautiful. The idea so hard and yet so gentle as I think of how I love the natural noises of spring. A stark reminder that this world doesn’t need us, but we do need it. Well done!
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Perspectives will be changing. Maybe beauty isn’t in the eye of the beholder but just is?
Thank you.
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Oh I like that. 😉 I think it just is.
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I like the way you brought in the sense of sound. It is time to listen to the voices of nature and humanity.
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Thanks. Great prompt.
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If only the grass that bends in the wind, or the birdsong on that wind, could solve our woes. But if we’re gone, maybe that would heal the woes we’ve laid on them.
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ouch deeply profound D!
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Thank you.
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Nature will live on. With us or without us… love the sentences.
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Yes, She will.
Thanks.
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