Selections from This Tree
Beauty is in the Experience of the Knower
VICIOUS CYCLE OR VIRTUOUS CIRCLE?
It takes all kinds
In all places
At all times
In all spaces
To make change
And rearrange
The broken things
Into useful rings.
The growing pains
That strengthen chains
Are ours to choose,
To rightly use
Or wrongly abuse.
What choice will you make?
To give what you receive
Or to merely receive what you take?
IN BETWEEN
Raindrops pelt the earth
Unto the river's currents
Hastening the sea
***** * *****
Ultraviolet rays
Coalesce among the sundered
Life that cannot sense
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Leaves of many hues
Dance in the whirling currents
Of breath long exhaled
***** * *****
Snowfall in the dark
Collects in each black crevice
Melts away unseen
***** * *****
Time passes without
Regard for what lies within
Best live in between
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This collection of Haikus is also a Burning Giant song, a demo version of which you can listen to for free here:
THIS TREE
Love is a tree, and grief the fruit that it bears. For we grieve the loss of those we love. The fruit grows, and falls away, away to soften and become one with the hard ground. Then the seasons roll on and the fruit returns, ripening into this bittersweet soul sickness, this eternal recurrence of joy and woe, this magnificent harvest, this life-giving rot. When my own grave beckons, how many times will I have plucked this fruit and eaten it, savored its juices, lost myself in the recollections that spill over in the already brimming cup of my heart?
I hope that I too can be someone's reason for going on, even after I am no more. Hope rests solely in that my struggles may not have been vain, that the light of inspiration may dawn in new eyes—that the Chalice of the Human Heart may overflow with the bygone juices that are made of hallowed memories. It is all that I have to give in the way of charity and light in this lost world, this dark age; but I can not know the outcome. I can only live until the end of my days, tending this tree.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Comments (4)
Beautiful! Trees remember there will be a new season ♥️
Loved the imagery that you've used and all your Haikus were beautiful!
And...I meant to add... Your take on grief is full of comfort. Natural. ❤️
Oh thank you, that is striking imagery. My friend and I used to have haiku challenges, where we'd write them all weekend. Can't wait to read more of your work. Subscribed!