Earth wears the cloud like a high-fashioned muffler. Sensations rise up, above, high, on top of the world, over the rainbow, heavenly, defying gravity, and buoyed by the breeze. Only the seeds of rain pull her nearer, tugging at her underbelly, breaking free to water the Earth. Cotton balls or muffler, the everpresence of clouds high in the sky strutting their stuff, pacify, satisfy, an atavistic longing. And then—
sudden effusion
bullfrogs jump and plop and croak:
the sky’s orgasm
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Yes that sudden change, the colors and orgasm. Wonderful… I did correct your link at dVerse, it should be fine now.
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Many thanks!
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Hi Nan..
just in case
no one has come
by to let you kNow..
the link’s not working
on dVerse.. but typing
your name in Google is
not hard to do..
@lEAst
for me..
Oh skies
of
ingenuity..;)
Now to your poem..
and number two.. hmm..
can’t help but to think of the
Beautiful Escambia bay here
iN Florida west panhandle
sullied
by smoke
stacks and
once polluted
as F.. as a place
you didn’t wanna
Bring your date..
’cause
it stink
stank.. stunk..
Grinch
of Panhandle..
Monsanto.. Chemstrand..
Paper Mills.. the F iN List
oF old Yellow smoke goeS oN
and on a Fall day.. Jesus F.
iN Christ iT sTiLL stInks
in what they
call
Pace..
oh cRap..
My Fredbun
and Fredku
is polluting your Blog..;)
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Thanks, no one told me.
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Welcome..
My FriEnd..:)
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That’s a wonderful image, Nan, the Earth is a high-fashioned muffler!
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Oh I love how you describe the clouds here 😀 so very exquisite.
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Hi Nan! I love this haibun and see you’re linked up successfully. The prose is beautiful. I am not taking part this week, busy with other things. 🙂
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Oh, that haiku was somehow unexpected. I get it though – sometimes that need to rain builds and builds and then just gushes out! Really great.
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Oh those moments before the storm! You had me with the first sentence 😊
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“Only the seeds of rain pull her nearer, tugging at her underbelly” Nan, the whole thing is just amazing. Love it.
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful haibun and haiku. Like Lillian, you had me with the first sentence. I see you are now linked up successfully – hooray! And it is indeed a marvelous wonderful sunset.
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Beautiful, intense, and climatic! I love the metaphors. 🙂
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Really unique images here…wonderful. ..
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