“Of all languages, Japanese is by far the richest in onomatopoeic elements, especially of the simpler variety, in which the sound of the word is directly an imitation of the thing.
I had never heard of onomatopoeia until I discovered haiku in the late eighties, but I learned through the years that haiku are made, written, composed for saying aloud twice (or more times). Haiku are written down but the essence of haiku is this onomatopoeia. How we say a thing is of more importance, of more significance, than what we say, the conscious meaning; for through the tones of the voice, the words chosen, their combination, the sounds echoing and reechoing one another, their concords suspended and reestablished, their discords sustained and resolved, through all this there is a music as free and yet as law-abiding as is that of the flute, the oboe and the violin.
Japanese is a language of sounds as we can see in the three-lined form of haiku with its 5-7-5 sound-units (or onji). Japanese people are part of nature, they are one with the sounds of nature and therefor haiku became what it is … the poetry of nature …”
hi wa hi kure yo yo wa yo ake yo to naku kaeru “day, ah, darken day! night, ah, dawn away!” chant the frogs
Imprisoned behind an unlocked gate of decorative iron, I watch the world carry on without me.
Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance.
I am plummeted to the world beyond my fears.
My mind bleeds for what should have been, for the chance never to have seen you.
The rooftop glitters, wet with slime and sunlight on old stone.
Theirs is a multitude of ignored voices; immeasurable lives ending as grist to be chewed by holy teeth.
From down the hall, the words do come, and with them now, a screeching hum.
Enjoy Pen of the Damned today as we have a rare treat for you. Each of us has written a flash fiction (100 words) based on the picture prompt (above). The words I have placed here are just appetizers of each author’s work. Come over to the Pen and feast in our dark banquet hall.
A Picture Paints 100 Words, by Dan Dillard , Veneration, by Daemonwulf
Poisonous Hope, by Tyr Kieran, Sacred Charge, by Nina D’Arcangela
Refuge, by Joseph A. Pinto, Vacuum, by Leslie Moon
Sleeping Dogs, by Thomas Brown, Inner Sanctum, by Blaze McRob
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.