Haiku, poems, and stories
Random thoughts and stories, maybe even the occasional photo.
-Robert
blue iris
and red rock grotto ~
our guide sings
of Tickle Cove Pond
Tickle Cove is a place on the island of Newfoundland. A 'tickle', in the local dialect, is a narrow passage of water. A 'pond' can be a large lake. The song is about a Newfoundlander who was hauling wood with his mare, Kit, late in the season and decided to a shortcut across the frozen pond. Our guide sang unaccompanied by the grotto; she had a beautiful voice.
Originally posted on Facebook's NaHaiWriMo page on 4/14/2013. Prompt was pond.
You can listen to one version of Tickle Cove Pond here. Sadly, it is not our guide singing.
Our guide's blog, Adventures on the Eastern Edge, is well worth a visit for views and stories of the Canadian maritime provinces.
morning mist
an angler casts his line
iris bloom on the shore
laying out the paper
carefully tearing it to size
dreams of a great painting
Posted on Facebook's NaHaiWriMo page, August 28, 2012, in response to the prompt wishes or dreams.
I'm not a fisherman, so I don't really know what they wish for. But the ones I have talked with all say that catching fish is not what it is about. It is about being on the river and engaged in the process, though I suppose that an exciting contest with their quarry would be welcome. I do know about painting. For me, preparing the paper is an important part of the process. The whiteness of the paper, its texture and feel, interacting with it and tearing it carefully to the shape and size I want--those are all part of getting ready to paint.