Dew is often used as a metaphor for the brevity of life in a genre of Japanese literature called zen death poetry. A related genre is the jisei or death poem.
Right, and a thought found me, what would a haiku or poem say about “a big drip” I would bank on, that you could make that drip come alive. Sunday is in the air, have a holy and pleasant one, Sir. Geraldine
Poems that are concerned with death or the brevity of life have a great resonance for all of us, and this fine haiku encapsulates so much:
Both victor and vanquished are dewdrops:
flashes of light
briefly illuminating the void.
—Ôuchi Yoshitaka, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
That is a stunning metaphor, I believe.
There’s the drop the eternal drop
As long as the poems aren't a drip!
NOT
I'm glad not to be a big drip!
Right, and a thought found me, what would a haiku or poem say about “a big drip” I would bank on, that you could make that drip come alive. Sunday is in the air, have a holy and pleasant one, Sir. Geraldine
I hope you have a very pleasant Sunday.
I was taken by Roshu.'s no nonsense approach: "this final changing of robes"
Yes, an excellent metaphor.