Haiku-riddle tag

[MagsJ]

It is.

And the riddle still captivates as ever.

I initially thought of the ear, way back when.. sound waves travelling through the inner ear, just before it hits our auditory nerve, where the brain then interprets it as sound.

That's the only thing that has ever come to mind upon reading Jonquil's riddle.

[barbarianhorde]

Maybe it is the Ocean.

It climbs and descends at the same time, with its waves.
And since the Earth is constantly tumbling-turning, the descent is endless.

[Meno_]

Is this endless cascade of descent have a plan, a purpose?

A master sang: plan of sorts which, upon examination one summer's child in some inconceivable time and place. On finding one sea shell,
Glitter, and Gotterdamerung, glorious

And he exclaims wondering,
Tiny hands extending it upward,
Just beginning to speak,

See, shell, prying it open , glitters multifarious coloring one lovely pearl,

Mom, dad look;
And the object is torn from the womb ,

She pains eternal,
And there on the faint outskirts,
the woman rose, from the half shell
She,
From the sea,
See?

A fly buzzes in the stunning vapor within hissing , he lets it crawl over his arm deliciously , he won't bite,
slither tentatively,

It tickles , and that's enough proof he thinks in his little mind,
The pearl is lodged
Never to leave
Dutch
man

[MagsJ]

Maybe it is the Ocean.

It climbs and descends at the same time, with its waves.
And since the Earth is constantly tumbling-turning, the descent is endless.

Ooh nice, but what of the seashells.

A wind chime caught in the wind, perhaps.. hanging from the branch of a mountain-top tree.. the constant mountain breeze causing the chimes to constantly swirl in its grip.. it, constantly cascading down the rungs of chiming shells and back up again, only to repeat the pattern in a never-ending circumstance of an engineered causality by design.

[Arcturus Descending]

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

Do you mean that it does not reveal who you are very well?

What does?

[Arcturus Descending]

I am beginning to think that the riddle is just a tool to teach one detachment.
It not only captivates, it constrains. lol

When I climb mountains
I descend an endless drop
on rungs of seashells.

Perhaps before we go to sleep, we repeat the words to ourselves, imagine climbing mountains, then descend .................

At some point maybe our unconscious will reveal the answer. But then again, perhaps what it is within which holds us captivated is more meaningful than the answer itself.

[MagsJ]

I had thought that too Arc, that the riddle was not a means to a solvable end, but simply constructed for its beauty and prose, but that is not Jonquil..

My two solutions that initially came to mind upon first reading the riddle are: the ear/hearing, and a wind-chime.

An expanded description of my solution to the riddle:
A wind chime caught in the wind, perhaps.. hanging from the branch of a mountain-top tree.. the constant mountain breeze causing the chimes to constantly swirl in its grip.. it, constantly cascading down the rungs of chiming shells and back up again, only to repeat the pattern in a never-ending circumstance of an engineered causality by design.

[Meno_]

its gotta be Venus. Botticelli's rising out of , see, inversely,
downwards yet appear as if
the downward treck tread upon
Was actually a birth from Prexiteles' Venus de Milo.
Out of the sea.

[MagsJ]

An expanded description of my solution to the riddle:
A wind chime caught in the wind, perhaps.. hanging from the branch of a mountain-top tree.. the constant mountain breeze causing the chimes to constantly swirl in its grip.. it, constantly cascading down the rungs of chiming shells and back up again, only to repeat the pattern in a never-ending circumstance of an engineered causality by design.

Perhaps the answer is whatever we imagine and interpret it to be, so a different answer to different people..

I cannot but only help think, of a wind-chime of sea-shells twirling, caught, in the eternal grip of a Japanese mountain breeze that keeps it in perpetual constant motion, for that is the nature of such a habitat.