“Silver Jig Heels on the Purple Sky Rim”

Blue black sky staring

Back through late night thunderstorm

Retinal ghost trees.

Title from Carl Sandburg, "The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring"

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Comment by Foolish Monkey on March 20, 2018 at 7:43am

very descriptive. also beautiful.  I like it. :)

Comment by Rodney Roe on March 20, 2018 at 7:43am

Sandburg's poetry used such improbable images. 

The night I thought of this haiku there was thunderstorm, sheets of rain were coming down with no wind.  As I stood under the eave on the deck my senses were reduced to listening to the rain, feeling the mist coming off the deck, and occasionally seeing the trees outlined by lightning flashes. 

When I have those experiences I always wonder what night creatures are watching me.  Are they drenched and miserable or somehow sheltered as I am?  When I have those experiences I try to see the night through coyote eyes.

Comment by Foolish Monkey on March 20, 2018 at 8:06am

through coyote eyes

you know that could be the title of your book.

Comment by Foolish Monkey on March 20, 2018 at 8:16am

that's a beautiful description rodney.  I lived on the water in sheepshead bay.  I spent many of the days of my life at the edge of america, on the various coastal areas of ny.  there is something to being on the edge of an ocean that is like nothing else and laying on the sand at night, watching a plane fly over and keeping it in my site for as long as I could wishing I was on it, thinking if I could keep it there, in my eye, I could be with it when it landed.

when i was a young girl, I'd sometimes would swim as far as I could, and then I might tread water and think about what was below me and scare the crap out of myself.  but I loved the ocean and when I went to the beach with my mother or with friends, I'd be in the water all day.   I loved the ocean and I was a strong swimmer and spent so much time listening to it, smelling it, tasting it - that first dive in after the winter.  so cold but so invigorating.  it would clear my head and scare me too.

the ocean is a part of me.  I've tried to explain that to my husband who comes from the pacific side, so he's never felt the ocean that way....  the pacific currents where he lived can be overwhelming, whereas in ny, the tides are far more benign. 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 20, 2018 at 11:41am

O yeah and no doubt Carl Sandburg is in the top ten for the island.

geez your prolific and sociable, Rodney, more please...from time to time I begin 'sketching' concerted comments for you and at once there's another goot blog. Apparently although the day is 12/12, the magnolias need what would it be 14 hours of daylight and rainbow warm showers. 

Catching the wind, are we? Whoa! I'm picturing Sandburg at JFK's Inauguration - - - the wind in his hair - - -

Comment by Boanerges on March 20, 2018 at 2:33pm

That's ... amazing imagery and evocative imagery. Brought Neil Young's "Helpless" to mind, along with elements of Margaret Atwood's "Journals of Susanna Moodie".

Comment by Rosigami on March 21, 2018 at 11:13pm

You've captured (beautifully, reverentially) what it feels like  during a nighttime thunderstorm.

I wonder about the animals, too.

Comment by Julie Johnson on March 22, 2018 at 5:22am

''retinal ghost trees''

Good one, for the lightening 

Comment by Rodney Roe on March 22, 2018 at 7:09am

J.P.Hart, perhaps I should post less.  I'm reminded of a writer on open salon who challenged himself to write a poem a day.  Someone complained, "I can't read that fast." 

Foolish Monkey, You will read the first chapter first of "Through Coyote Eyes".

Boanerges, thanks for the compliment.  Evoking Neil Young is a mark of success!

Rosi, thanks.

Comment by Rodney Roe on March 22, 2018 at 7:16am

Foolish Monkey, I like the ocean, but the ocean doesn't treat me kindly.  My first trip from the heartland to "the beach" was as a young adult.  I played in the surf, on the Florida panhandle, and strolled up and down the shore for about 2 hours.  I spent the rest of the week in the motel room with the blinds pulled as a sunburn turned to blisters and left looking something like a snake coming out of hibernation.  I walk now at dawn and sunset.  Sailing is about the most fun I've ever had, and fortunately, I have not problems with sea sickness. 

Those times at the shore have to be great memories for you.

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