Blue black sky staring
Back through late night thunderstorm
Retinal ghost trees.
Title from Carl Sandburg, "The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring"
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.
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 - - -
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".
You've captured (beautifully, reverentially) what it feels like during a nighttime thunderstorm.
I wonder about the animals, too.
''retinal ghost trees''
Good one, for the lightening
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!
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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