I Don’t See

 

I don’t see the tree

but the texture of birdsong

is its shape

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This poem was written for Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #35, The Cold within the Sound, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. For this post, Jen of Blog It or Lose It gave us a great poem by Otagaki Rengetsu as a prompt. Now, ideally, the aim is to write in the same tone as the original, which I haven’t managed at all. However, the idea in Rengetsu’s poem did remind me of an impression I had a few weeks ago, so I wrote about that. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.

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4 thoughts on “I Don’t See

    • Thanks, Jen. That great line about “the cold within the sound” just reminded me about a tree I sometimes pass: it’s in someone’s garden and can’t be seen but it’s so full of birds, whose singing criss-crosses each other, that it “pulsates” so much it becomes strangely visual 🙂

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