Haiku-riddle tag

I don’t know, but that is a nice one.

The statute of limitation for suspense has been transcended, lift it!

:laughing:

this riddle haunts me
even so many years past
what is the answer?

Has an Internet search revealed nothing? :astonished:

Jonquil’s legacy here still remains… suspended in time.

Im a frayed knot.

That one is a challenge. I am going to give it some thought.
Perhaps it is not so much a physical place which she had in mind but a psychic one. :-k

Fixed Cross wrote:

You do not seem to be focused on a particular riddle in here so the only answer that I can come up with is
your Self. We are complex beings.

It was the seashells
Rungs of them that puzzled me
And puzzle me still.

As long as the seashell lives with it’s insides hues of brilliant unmatched colors , as on feathers of certain wild ducks,
the seeshell may harbor a precious pearl inside.

And puzzle me still
See, shell , pearl in, sea’shell
duck, fea/the\r, colors

I love a challenge and a mystery but sometimes you really need resolution. :laughing:

The below are the words which are boggling my mind.

Where in the universe can something be climbed yet at the same time be descended? My eyes were closed a lot this weekend trying to conjure up the scene. :angry:
Perhaps it would take a physicist to unravel this. Once known, I intuit that the seashells would also be explained.

I thought of a Tsunami for some unknown reason. I also thought of the Great Barrier Reef.

Is it possible that there is NO answer to this? After all, there is great beauty in trying to discern the Mystery.

Ha, yeah good riddle
Old Jonquil really did it
But Mags J must know

No, but from the beginning, it has conjured up many images in my mind.

A wave of the sea
Doesn’t show me very well
But it does so try

steel strings and ground beans
life giving white coals at rest
axe blade catches sun

Had too much to drink
Last night closing mighty tight
Might less drink to night

Maybe it is not so much about the rungs of seashells but about Who is doing the speaking. Well, duh, arc.

Perhaps it is the Sun which is speaking. As it makes its ascent upward through the sky (climbing mountains), its reflection descends deeper and deeper through that watery abyss touching those rungs of seashells.

I do so love a riddle.

I may be wrong but think of it. Beautiful imagery.

youtu.be/kkaOz48cq2g

youtu.be/6pNHpoXg2VY

It is.

And the riddle still captivates as ever.