Both, my wife and myself are in the autumn of our life. We have been together for over a half century and when we try to retrieve a shared experience from the depths of that dark-blue pool, often one of us has only a vague recollection. We try to re-build that memory of a particular event, place, and time, but both of us know it will sink back down again to the bottom and eventually disappear like anything else in our universe.
Yeah, love that word 木漏れ日。But I have my doubts about rendering 心づくし as sadness. It’s not necessarily that, nor is it only that. That said, I’m no poet.... :/
My dreams are often slippery in this same fashion, flickering in and out, intertwined with memories. Autumn is my favorite season. Beautiful, Leanne. ♥️
There is something poetic about dappled sunlight. The poet Robin Chapman and I explored this theme in our book 'Dappled Things' -- http://kamprint.com//dappled.html
Light spilling down filtered by the trees -- such a beautiful image and experience! I once spent an afternoon walking by myself through the heavily wooded area behind my cousin's house. The experience of dappled light was the magic of the walk. It was autumn and so many leaves had fallen. I still saw one that just "spoke" to me. Showing it to my cousin later, and telling her about my walk, she laughed, knowing exactly what I was talking about when I told her "I found a leaf!" Lol! Thanks for Ono no Komachi poem, Leanne!
Yes, I think memories are “slippery, like fish”.
Both, my wife and myself are in the autumn of our life. We have been together for over a half century and when we try to retrieve a shared experience from the depths of that dark-blue pool, often one of us has only a vague recollection. We try to re-build that memory of a particular event, place, and time, but both of us know it will sink back down again to the bottom and eventually disappear like anything else in our universe.
Light filtered through trees is one of my favourite experiences. Dappled sunshine in a heavily scented earthy forest or wood, what could be better?
Yeah, love that word 木漏れ日。But I have my doubts about rendering 心づくし as sadness. It’s not necessarily that, nor is it only that. That said, I’m no poet.... :/
My dreams are often slippery in this same fashion, flickering in and out, intertwined with memories. Autumn is my favorite season. Beautiful, Leanne. ♥️
There is something poetic about dappled sunlight. The poet Robin Chapman and I explored this theme in our book 'Dappled Things' -- http://kamprint.com//dappled.html
Light spilling down filtered by the trees -- such a beautiful image and experience! I once spent an afternoon walking by myself through the heavily wooded area behind my cousin's house. The experience of dappled light was the magic of the walk. It was autumn and so many leaves had fallen. I still saw one that just "spoke" to me. Showing it to my cousin later, and telling her about my walk, she laughed, knowing exactly what I was talking about when I told her "I found a leaf!" Lol! Thanks for Ono no Komachi poem, Leanne!