An Interpretation of a Duck Flew Over

Some are guessing at the meaning of this collection of Haiku's, so I thought I would give my interpretation / my view of what I THINK it means. While reading this please keep an open mind.

A Duck Flew Over ( an interpretation)

I saw a duck fly over a lake in the woods on the day I wrote this. His significance; he possibly will make or has already made this his nesting ground, for the spring, since the lake is secluded (anyone for skinny dipping with me?)

A seed is planted
Cared for in a proper way,
Life unfold, it may.

Since the duck is making a nest here there will be eggs (seeds), that will turn into baby duckies if all is well.

Neglect what you will,
Life can be such a real thrill,
A bottomless pit.

If he neglects his duties of bringing up babies, for a cheap thrill or just plain ole out playing, he will loose a struggle for survival of his babies and lost forever will be his offspring.

Where can you find me,
Lost, sea of tranquility,
Confusion abounds.

Now it turns to my life and what I have done with it or am going to do with it. There are many times I do just feel lost and not really knowing where my life will go. There is a lot more to that meaning, but will not go there.

Jibber jabber, one
Incomprehensible, two,
Understanding life.

This is a weird one, and am not real sure I want to go here, either, with those that will not understand. Sometimes when I am really tired or sleeping, jibber jabber comes to me (some might refer to it as "talking in tongue") my Indian friends think the sprits are talking thru me, but I have no idea what I am saying. I sometimes feel I am possessed, but maybe understanding a little about life comes into play.

A bath or shower,
Under a spray of water,
From a jet nozzle.

This has nothing to do with anything except that I was trying to decide whether I wanted to take a shower or a bath that night. I was very tired when writing this.

No putting off medicines,
Catching up to me,
A different kind of tree.

As some of you have noticed this is not a real Haiku, the form is all off. I simply have not been taking my meds like I am suppose to do. Skipping some for a day or two, and with the ones I am taking it is very dangerous not to come off them gradually.

Go unto the mountain,
A blazing fire filled with hope,
Hypnotize true life.

This thought has been bugging me lately, a lot, and doing exactly what it says to do. If I had the time to do it and could get the help of my Indian friends I would do it. "The Crested Mountain" came from this also.

The whole poem relates to life, and some of how screwed up I am. So for those of you that I have scared away, it has been nice knowing you. Ken