If a temporary, movable paper wall could talk what tales would it tell? I’m thinking of a shoji as a rootless, vagabond wall and the mystery of the first line of your haiku.
Welcome Mark. Thanks for your observations. I try to write with multiple meanings in my poems, especially haiku. I counted at least seven. The first line… well, reflections of what? Internal or external? People? Thoughts? Objects?
Thanks Hank. There are shoji external walls as well. Mainly sliding doors leading to a patio or garden. But a typhoon would shred internal walls as well. 🙂
Glass or paper houses have always freaked me; of course there are different grades/types of paper, some like cardboard that is pretty resilient; my take on your piece was a refrigerator box for a homeless person in the park.
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Some of the walls we build do not protect us….just my interpretation, Brian.
This is a lovely read.
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Thanks for hosting Mish. This haiku has several different interpretations depending on how the shoji sees the reflections interacting.
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Oh how those walls might shred in gales… the paper walls of japan requires a lot of humans living inside.
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Yes indeed, the walls and culture entwined.
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Such a lot of depth and emotion in the brevity of your verse, Brian ❤️ Inspired!
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Thanks for commenting.
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If a temporary, movable paper wall could talk what tales would it tell? I’m thinking of a shoji as a rootless, vagabond wall and the mystery of the first line of your haiku.
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Welcome Mark. Thanks for your observations. I try to write with multiple meanings in my poems, especially haiku. I counted at least seven. The first line… well, reflections of what? Internal or external? People? Thoughts? Objects?
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Must have been quite a gale force to cause the shoji to shred (especially when it had to go through the outer walls first)
Hank
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Thanks Hank. There are shoji external walls as well. Mainly sliding doors leading to a patio or garden. But a typhoon would shred internal walls as well. 🙂
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A different take on the prompt. Our perception is often lies in the strength of walls, while this… is delicate.
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Yes, a delicate balance btwn humans and nature and btwn interpersonal relationships. One careless action and the walls are breached.
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Glass or paper houses have always freaked me; of course there are different grades/types of paper, some like cardboard that is pretty resilient; my take on your piece was a refrigerator box for a homeless person in the park.
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Very interesting thought Glenn. I didn’t count that one. I agree w/ the glass house, no privacy and a fortune to heat/cool.
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Lovely words. Memories lost in the wind maybe…
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna. Another way of looking at it. 🙂
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The fragility and the beauty of each chrysanthemum petal at the mercy of a gale. We are all paper thin and vulnerable.
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A storm can strike at any time. It’s how we deal w/ the aftermath.
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Lovely juxtaposition of beauty and fragility.
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Thank you very much. There is a lot going on right now.
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This was my favorite of the submissions for this prompt. Stunning work.
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Thanks Nebraska. I appreciate your reading and understanding btwn the lines.
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