Such are lowly streams
peacefully meandering
to disdainful seas.
....

Anon: why would a sea be disdainful?...tom
-------
The contrast between gentle streams flowing to a ocean big enough to
swallow them up without notice. Also, I was thinking of a white
capped, prideful ocean compared to that meandering stream, a power to
be reckoned with.
-------
I see......
Personally I can't see artificial notions of power and pride in nature.
It all exists in purposeful harmony.
Every stream runs to meet the sea. Every sea clamours toward the sun, so they can
become a cloud. Every cloud wants to be a storm. From every storm comes the spring, thence the stream.
Each drop of water has an incalculable and unimaginable age. Its experience of existence is purely dynamic flux.
I like your haiku. Who are you?...tom
-------
Put me in mind of Joyce's Liffey flowing into her "cold mad feary father" sea. Mitch
-------
tom... I must be a product of my upbringing with a father who held that
the sea was a powerful thing. He call his boat by a female name, was
nervous when women were on board her, refused to walk under a green
lintel door (that was daring the sea to take you under) and who, though
he spent almost every day of his life on the ocean, never learned to
swim putting his trust in the mercy of the waters. I know that nature
is a cycle of pre-ordained happentances that man can only try to
interpret; but still in a tiny spot in my soul I believe that nature has
a personality (split, I'm sure) and on occasion a sense of humour.
-------
I suppose, if we have it , nature must have it; we arose out of nature, whatever we
are must be purely natural.I often think that fluid water possesses a spirit and consciousness
of a type way beyond our comprehension (in my more esoteric moments, that is).
it's all part of the natural forces of the cosmos, which we need to treat with respect...tom
-------
after thoughtful consideration I'll change this to
Such are lowly streams
peacefully meandering to
a greater sea.
It might be more in tune with the spirit of Haiku.
-------
you didn't need to change it on my behalf...but now that you have, it's beautiful...well done, whoever you are...tom
-------
(two cents' worth)
I liked the first one better. Haiku don't have to be static and perpetually harmonious. Most OJM have a surprise somewhere in them. --eritain
-------
children all astream
never seek but always find
mother's open arms
--bakai
-------
a brook forms the stream,
feeds the river's swollen pride...
lo, the waiting sea.
--bakai
-------
Ripples on the brook
to lines upon the ocean..
fluid symmetry
--
-------
Dedicated to
the substantial symmetry
of man's beating heart.
-------
a drop, a trickle
down the mountain-side to sea
back to reign again
..marleen
-------
In the time of "ice and winter"
wind and snow were all that came -
Glaciers ruled their own dominion,
covering all within their range.
Comes a time of subtle warming
shifting ice gouged out a path -
water followed in its footsteps,
changing landscapes as it passed.

-------
Fascinating poem. Fascinating discussion. 'In time of "ice and water"' is marvelous!!!!
I write and I write in commentary. Only once in a while a poem. I long to be able to write
like that. Such wondrous half rhymes, such profound image. Marvelous!!!! Thank you all for
sharing your work. Lida Jo