Blossoms, oh blossoms,
your lush, fleeting beauty sings
a craved silent song.
///
Old owl, wise old owl,
eyes ever vigilant and sly.
Unheralded shields.
///
Snow falls, white and dry.
Blossoms sing no silent songs.
Yet the owls remain.
///
In winter’s slumber,
Nimble rats, stomachs empty,
scavenge for blossoms
///
The wise owl strikes
So fleeting beauties may sing,
come the new spring rains.
///
But with new spring rain,
brings harvests of ancient oaks.
The wise old owl leaves.
///
The rats feast away.
Solely, their bellies filled on
bountiful harvests.
///
No lush blossoms bloom.
Astoundedly, the herds ask,
Where are the blossoms?
///
They yearn for wisdom,
from trees now gone, forever
But no hoots respond.
///
Upon barren fields,
fat rats preach, delightfully,
Our new Utopia!
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A/N
I was going to do an analysis of this haiku series, but I would rather have you enjoy it as it is. Enjoy the secret poem buried within!
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Comments (11)
I like the rhythm of this nice work.
Beautifully done. Very soothing 🤍
I really enjoyed this and the format of this. There's a calm breath to the rhythm. Really well done.
I get a sense of a deeper message here, a universal one about wisdom leaving and vermin benefitting. The barren field makes me think exploitation of resources for economic gain.
This poem is so synonymous with the world today. Beautiful piece!!
Wonderful.
Those last 5 verses are 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 Really wonderful work, Matt 🕊️✨❤️
It took me a couple of reads and I'm still not sure I got it... 🫣 Just call me thicky thick thick 🫣
This is amazing!! I love how each one connects to the last and the next
Deep message. Great work
Beautiful piece. And the message is there. Well said.