mishi hito no
keburi o kumo to
nagamureba
yuube no sora mo
mutsumashiki ka na
The evening
sky itself
becomes something to cherish
when I gaze at it,
seeing in one of the clouds
the smoke from her funeral pyre
becomes something to cherish
when I gaze at it,
seeing in one of the clouds
the smoke from her funeral pyre
My distillations
\""/
reduced to ashes
the body of one i loved
her soul takes the sky
\""/
at the nexus of
the passions of love and hate
a funeral pyre
\""/
I'm also reminded of this extraordinarily intense scene - the final moments of the first season of Game of Thrones.
from drogo's pyre
she emerges not alone
mother of dragons
\""/
well distilled.
ReplyDeletecable doesn't get any better than this! Love me some dragon babies...
ReplyDeleteOh Wow :)
ReplyDeleteThe last one got to me most.
love the first one... really well distilled.
ReplyDeleteNice distillation JzB ... wonderful haiku and IN like that Game of Thrones take a lot.
ReplyDeleteExcellent distillations, and what a treat to see that scene from GoT again.
ReplyDeleteGreat distillations on a subject morbid in nature. Nicely JzB
ReplyDeleteHank
Wow-am floored!
ReplyDeletesuch talent! wow - love your offering.
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