Poets are like mimes, tolerable in small doses
Flowery this and melancholy that, gets old
The poet's world is too syrupy for me
Sometimes a flower is just a flower
The clouds are just the clouds
And that is wonderful~~~ enough
Hahaha. I love the touch of humor in this poem. A witty write. Yes, indeed, sometimes we just need to see things as they are rather than finding meanings behind them.
I am glad that you found the humor in it with a bit of true. I include myself in that group!
My son agrees. I hope you are well and that your world is full of simple pleasures like shovels, pickup trucks, and tulips. Although, if you're any where near where I am, you'll have to include some spring snow on that list (oops...sorry for the alliteration) . ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
edmund, one of the things i like about traditional haiku is its absence of verbal ornaments. it invites the reader to bring his own experience, necessitates inference. it's an example of what i've learned to call high context literature. for me it's hard to beat this from issa in this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers. or from stephen crane, one of what i think of as his naked poems what if i should cast off this tattered coat and go free into the mighty sky and find nothing there but a vast blue echoless, ignorant. what then? on the crane poem i don't agree with what he suggests, but as with the issa poem, it's hard to deny the impact. for poems that help us see, glen