Uncanny, and a Dragonfly

Ancient pine, in emerald, shine bright, shine weak.
Oriole song, in clarity, sounds less, sounds more.

Every year, ten thousand sames, ten thousand differences.
The mirror in the sky gathers no dust.


Tall drift of a bull reed cluster, at its tip,
the very tip, balance kept by a pondering dragonfly.

Fidgets and twitches, then a hover into the azure
yonder, his thoughts with him and him alone.


First image found here: http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/wang-meng

Second image found here: http://funalliance.com/ink/painting/htm/20713078.htm


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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10 Responses to Uncanny, and a Dragonfly

  1. Lindy Lee says:

    Lovely pictures & words, SkyRaft. Thank you…

  2. simon7banksS says:

    Very effective and evocative.

  3. simonhlilly says:

    Now then! Stately, jewelled. Just what human senses were made for!

  4. I love them. I discovered some amazing Wood Cuts in my art class last semester, I wish I had written them down, as the text book was rented and returned.

  5. zongrik says:

    this is a moment in time, like a haiku, but not a haiku. really cool.

  6. I felt like I was sitting in nature with Basho. Beautiful images.

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