Month: Sep 2020
A haiku-esque photo-amble on a long beach …
Stratified clouds jostling for attention, a self effacing Sun, quietly forming dunes, all conspired to create the perfect sand and spray in Ocean County, New Jersey; a day that began with oysters, after a long leisurely drive that ended finally on a long stretch of beach that provoked spurts of inspired Haiku.
I call it my haiku~esque photo-amble. It quite succinctly sums up the day.
Finally on Instagram !!! Let’s be friends !
In a brackish marsh
Cattails swishing in the breeze,
Plovers, herons, such a tease.
Mudflats are a deep brown glow,
I get down on my knobby knees.
Mussels here and mussels there,
Lord! They are just everywhere!
Help marsh grass eat less salt y’know,
Protect them from wear or tear.
Tall grass bends this way and that,
I don’t quite know what they’re at,
They hold forte when wind gusts blow,
Or storm surges press them flat.
Slow Diamond back ter-ra-pin,
Curious muskrat sniffing him.
Tides rolling in fast and slow,
Have to leave , it’s e-ve-ning!
~ by the Raccoonteur for curious Henners, diva Fawnces and frisky Blankyd!
Ambling along a marshy path
Listen.
Is it the trembling of reeds
Or my tremulous thoughts
That ebb and flow with the incoming tide?
Look.
The sun glides behind the clouds
And I forge a trail ahead,
Or perhaps leave a path behind
Feel.
Ethereal emanations of the nyatiti
Ayub Ogada on a willing lyre
His voice soft with vulnerability
Know.
They predicted thunderstorms today
“kothbiro, kothbiro” he says
Speaking of the coming rain…
Understand.
“Auma, do you hear what I say
The rain is on it’s way
Return our cattle home”
And then again,
Ricocheting voices
From cattail to cattail in vain hope
the wayward wind would stop to listen.
Walking along the Marsh discovery trail, Richard DeKorte Park, NJ, listening to Ayub Ogada on the Nyatiti Lyre, singing a traditional Dholuo (the language of the Luo people of Western Kenya. ) composition, ‘Kothbiro’, which speaks about the coming rain.
The Erudite Boeotian 