Monday, May 25, 2015

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bird songs on the wind -
did you hear that plumeria
fall to the ground

© gillena cox



I am blog hopping today at

Carpe Diem #741 wrapped in a straw mat

...he riddle is probably one of the very oldest poetical techniques. It has been guessed that early spiritual knowledge was secretly preserved and passed along through riddles. Because poetry, as it is today, is the commercialization of religious prayers, incantations, and knowledge, it is no surprise that riddles still form a serious part of poetry's transmission of ideas.The 'trick' is to state the riddle in as puzzling terms as possible. What can one say that the reader cannot figure out the answer?


A fallen blossom
Returning to the bough, I thought --
But no, a butterfly.
© Moritake

16 comments:

Blog It Or Lose It said...

Very mysterious :)

Unknown said...

Nicely done ... and have a great weekend! Bastet

Gillena Cox said...

thanks Jen

Much love...

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Georgia

Much love...

Unknown said...

That's a nice one there..

Mark said...

The fragrance of plumeria!

Magyar said...

Tree flowers fall; in silence to the grass; a bird listens.
__As always Gillena... picturesque. _m

brudberg said...

This is gentle and mysterious at the same time.

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Hamish

Much love...
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Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in to read mine Mark

Much love...

Gillena Cox said...

thanks for dropping in and sharing Magyar

Much love...

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Bjorn

Much love...

Out of Sight L said...

In for a quick Hi my dear Gillena, so beautiful, xo

Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Lorraine

Much love...

Unknown said...

Loved this take! Wonderful!

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Vyomi

much love...