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Jason Apr 19

In sweltering sun love sprouting
Light rain falls
Gently nourishing

Flowering despite autumn's chill
Struggling to survive
Thriving still

Flourishing cloaked in winter's cold
Glowing
In the darkness of my soul

Warm thaw brings new growth
Humid heat inflaming
Inspiring passions oath

Fierce frost freezes tears
Discord reaps only stress
As baleful blizzard nears

Condensing spring-dew clouds form
Lightning racing
Lacing the summer storm

With autumns leaves fall our dreams
Drowned silent
Deep in icy cold streams

Blossoms wilt as the winter sky fades
Denied warmth
Given too much shade


Life will show us incredible beauty and replace it with indescribable sadness. Impermanence is the only permanence.
It is this transience itself that makes all of our experiences so vitally important, so beautiful.

Mono no aware describes both an appreciation of this beauty and a gentle sadness at the ephemeral nature of existence.
It is generally regarded as nearly impossible to translate, but I have done my best lol. :p

I wrote this as an homage to a very important person/relationship.  I have struggled most of my life to overcome the loss of this person's friendship, and this concept has helped me begin to view this in a way that I can actually process.

I attempted to capture the beauty, love, strife, and sadness of this experience in a 'mono no aware' style with senryus for this reason.

I rewrote this one a bit so I am shamelessly reposting. ;)

© 04/17/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Technosmith Feb 22
I am the observed
A specific configuration of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
A seemingly stable consciousness
Flowing within a volatile river of all

An ever changing experience
of pleasure
of fear
of joy
of pain
contentment... until

I am the observed
A specific configuration of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
A seemingly stable consciousness
Flowing with in a volatile river of all

We are the observed
Specific configurations of particles
Manifesting for a short moment in time
Seemingly stable consciousness's
Flowing with in a volatile river of all

I am the observed

We are a river
Based on some thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, pondering the impermanence of life and the how its our choice to package as much or as little into this "blink of an eye " existence. More importantly that we roll with the punches and appreciate each second.
Lanna K Feb 16
I hate always having to be the girl who got away, there’s power, but power only fuels ego. I’m never just the right amount, I’m always too late, or too fleeing. But as I spend my days cold and blue, the heartbreaks of the past have a stain of regret on their day, but loneliness shadow casts its spell on mine.

The light that you were on my days, was like the July sun, the heat grabs you, and wraps it’s warm rays around your shoulders. But now, it’s covered, and it’s late summer. You’re cold, and distant.
Amy Ross Feb 9
I want all my idols to be false
All my effects the placebo kind
All my monuments temporary
My loves the fleeting type
Cause I’ve got bones of gold
And I bend easy
Impermanently made
Permanently desiring
Permanence fearing
So make all my monuments temporary
All my loves the fleeting type
I find myself loving things that won't last, to save myself from having to end them. So here's a little ode, to craving but fearing impermanence
James Dec 2020
there was a boy
that i knew for an instant
he was the eye of the hurricane
when it seemed as though i would drown

I lived a life in that week
one which often runs amuck
through the boundless halls of my wandering mind

His laugh
like the harmonious seraphic melodies
which ring through heaven's walls

His Smile
as if you had bottled up
that great reunion of the sun and the horizon in the evening
coming home after a long day

His Eyes,
like brilliant emeralds
reflecting the blossoms of flame
from the burning within me

And for one shining moment
our souls were the earth and the moon
forever entangled
in that infinite waltz through the stars

"RAGE" The Wind Screams
and suddenly I am the hurricane
and the hurricane is me
and my winds billow against myself
and it is dark once again
but I have seen the light.
Julian if you're out there, it's hard to believe that week was 3 years ago now, I wonder if you felt the same as me? And what could have been if we had ran off together...
Raghu Pratap Oct 2020
Why does it take long to write a poem?
are months consumed into few fleeting feelings?
a poem is severed.
Of feelings that need to be let go of,
a delusion of a listen,
poem doesn’t listen,
what does it do?
An appearance for
no purpose,
but to be outside
is like braving the wind
to tell the wind you have braved it,
is this a poem?
None of us know yet.
Mounting feelings in an abandon,
a poem deceives,
and leaves them for dead,
for forgetfulness is eternal,
and the rest rot in several lifetimes,
but the burden?
Unburden, eventually?
The poem is ******,
Can we let go of it at all?
It persists.
We let them know we were there,
to come face to face with selves of us,
that we have avoided,
does the poem really look out for you?
And asks, pretending you know?
Do we need no end?
We are here to while away time
and tell them
we whiled the time away.
Oskar Erikson Aug 2020
the ones who stray
are as important
as the ones who stay
ross larson Jul 2020
sky
I look into the sky
smile
and know I am
ready to die

I have seen
the rain
the sun
when everything
had begun
the end
all of it

I know it is ok
if I cry
when I loose
my life

I touch the ground
the dirt
let the tears
drop down my face
who are the only witnesses
of the beauty
I just felt
when
life
touched
my heart
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