Laughter rolls down mountain trails, so loud the
fishermen pause. Anxious cormorants await release.
In the forest, sunlight carved in twain, golden shards
flung into pregnant emptiness. Unaware, the beetle ambles on.
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Picture found here: http://www.art-virtue.com/painting/history/yuan/yuan.htm
your imagery always delivers so many colors and exquisite scenes to my imagination. this is quite lovely~
Thank you for the comment.
In all honesty this was a back up to fill a missing week. So to see it have that effect is pretty neat.
Luscious!
Like I said above, this is a back up. I was just hoping it wouldn’t screw up too bad.
So to see it work, it’s good to see.
and so many times i feel like the beetle, then remember, or realize, in moments, the mountain trails and forests -
great image too, nice pic(k)
I love that I now know a poem where beetles play a role, and important one, even if they are unaware.
Funny when I think of beetles I think of the Japanese using them for “battles”, like a cock fight, but with beetles. Folks used to bet big money on them. Ah me and my fun facts. Sorry I’ve been away, but it will be fun catching up. Missed you!!!
Yup. Japanese Rhinoceros Beetles. That one I folded. I read about them before.
Luckily most beetles don’t get hurt during fights. Think it’s mainly a matter of tipping over.
Some get flipped I hear, maybe it’s mostly their beetle pride that gets hurt.
This poem makes me wonder about the connection between the forest and the laughter. perhaps the forest is laughing, exuberant with life?
(also, I love the line about the cormorants. They are great poetic birds: tense, beautiful, dark and strange)