Hi Anne, the poem “Nothing like the sky” is about discovering a Hooded Merganser, wounded (presumably) by hunters, living under the fishway where I walk. As long as the water was open, despite her inability to fly, she could hide, find food, survive…
and the burning sky with its last glow in the horizon, the darkness gently covers the silent with a sigh.
There is supposedly an omen for me today, yesterday I watched Les Miserables, and then I saw two suicides (from jumping off the high floor of the block where I live) in the very early morning of Mon, and then on my way I saw a dead mouse. Finally I opened the first blog of today and read about death. But I believe, life often has a turning point, a lesson to learn, and adversities in life will bring us further in our destiny.
My apology that I have not been writing anything recently. My mind is too occupied with little things of my living recently, and hope to be able to write something soon.
kc your first words, “… and the burning… covers the silent with a sigh” are beautiful (as always).
I hope that this day is better than your last. Your omens sound sad and powerful, your response to them – courageous and wise. I have certainly missed your writing, but know and understand that there are times to write and times not to. I hope that you are well and wish you the very best.
Thank you Audrey, everyday I am thinking what I am doing, and saying if it is accordance with Tao, and I hope to collect as many ‘seashells’ as the rewards of life before entering another door, in case I might need them for another journey =).
I originally published this as “the saddest poem I have ever written”. While that’s true, it was to much information. Then I edited the title out entirely to allow it to simply stand as a haiku. But that didn’t work either, The original “Nothing like the sky” is to important to the course of events.