Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Somehow these silhouettes of wintering branches seem to create an eerie, intimidating drama in the fading sunset light ~ Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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3WW #CXCIX ~ abuse + cramp + hatred
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If we cramp Nature
We abuse caretaker rights
Cursed beyond hatred
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NOTE: Humanity is driven to progress, to construct. That is our inner need.
But to ignore peripheral impacts on Nature, I feel, is our downfall.
Respect for Nature, her cycles, her systems should feature more highly on our agenda.
Science tells us that for every action, there is always a subsequent (and often equal) reaction...
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15 comments:
That picture is stunning. Very atmospheric. One of my favourites!
Hi Gemma,
I left 3WW, unwillingly, for four months, and the first submission I see on my return is another haikuist; how fantastic is that? (Very is the expected answer.)
So, seeing as I how I have been in a Latin mood, today, I have a Latin-centric question for you regarding your 3WW-inspired poem.
Who is hating and who is being hated?
Latin, orthographically, allows for no ambiguity of subject or object of an action; one of the joys of English is the greater ambiguity possible.
Obviously we, in your poem, have been granted caretaker rights. But whom has been cursed, us or Nature?
I assume that you meant the poem to be ambiguous in this regards, which is interesting; has Nature been cursed, or the Caretakers? I like the dichotomy of perspectives that you provide.
I do stumble, though, on the very last line.
What is cursed beyond hatred?
I truly am not sure what that would be, or, experientially, where that would be, especially as English from John Milton onwards is replete with lines of people moving beyond hatred, which are invariably meant to allude to passing beyond the reach of hatred into a world of forgiveness or compassion or at least acceptance.
But, that is not the meaning that I am guessing that you are trying to elicit in the reader's mind.
So, I stop there, right at the threshold of the exit of you poem, and pause, because I am unclear on what you actually intended.
I hope that you don't mind my making these comments; I try to leave constructive comments throughout the community, until I tire or run out of time. Which happens. Likely rapidly, this week.
I am delighted to see everyone at 3WW, new and old, and it is a pleasure to see more haikuists.
So, cheers.
Tschuess,
Chris
I love how this short poem leaves me thinking, contemplating... especially
cursed beyond hatred.
Hmmmm.
My 3WW exploration and call to further writing action.
Oh No! ...such powerful and strong words!
The haiku encapsulated your feeling; the prose enlarged. A good combination.
Oh wow, gorgeous picture! And wise words in your haiku. For me, "cursed beyond hatred" calls to mind the disrespect for nature that is part and parcel of a conquering, short-sighted mentality.
We certainly cramped nature over in the Gulf of Mexico, and the curse beyond hatred was applied to its 'caretakers'
Thought provoking. I'm sure I was influenced by the pix. I spent several minutes gazing at it.
.........dhole
Fabulous photo and I love the haiku.
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Very beautiful.. few words.. great depth..let us take care..
i wanted to do a ku too, but took a cinquain instead for 3ww..
ur 3ww is strong, n poignant. well said :)
this is another classic from your collection.
As I have made reference in my story this week to the character Dustin being tired of hearing about the Gulf oil spill, I feel your haiku is fresh, current, timely... Nature does deserve respect. Nature and humans are at one another's mercy.
as always i sigh looking at yr sea fotos and commenting to myself i gotta get back to the sea... iam struck by the beauty of your foto and words.. caretakers we are indeed of ourselves and the world around us... beyond the curse we are blessed...
lovely! couldn't agree more and that picture is absolutely stunning.
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