Thursday, August 10, 2006

In the distance

the grey horizon
rises to the rumble of
incoming thunder

which way the leaves blow
turning in the day's hot wind
may not mean a thing

the hawk's cry cuts sky
wind blows through the cottonwood
distance fears nothing

Note: I may have a little difficulty with access the next couple days while my computer is in hospital. (The brand new one, grrr.)
Update: Now that's what I call service! When I sweetly made a stink about the 24-48 hour timeframe, they expedited the repair and I was out of there in 20 minutes. Hurrah!


Blogger la vie en rose said...

"distance fears nothing"...i'll be tossing that thought around for awhile...

8/10/2006 12:14 PM  
Blogger Richard Lawrence Cohen said...

There's that form again! And when read as three linked pieces, each one gains, each seems just right. I especially like the middle one, which I think is thematically akin to Brenda's recent "Unfinished Fragments" on which you and I both left comments.

8/10/2006 1:33 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

But sometimes it does, and distance is only an illusion of safety. I definitely like the way you went with this!!

8/10/2006 1:53 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

The beginning is ominous. I think of all the journeys I have begun in fear, and how the distance is not so scary when every point lived is here and now.

Thank you. Nature really does speak to and through you.

8/10/2006 2:33 PM  
Blogger Patrick M. Tracy said...

...distance fears nothing...

A great line.

Glad to be back here, and sorry for my absence.

8/10/2006 3:40 PM  
Blogger Brenda Clews said...

I like Richard's way of reading this - not as a single poem, but 3 linked poems, in relationship to each other, therefore commenting on each other and enriching each other. And making a whole thought where "distance fears nothing" becomes a kind of triumphant denouement.

8/10/2006 6:00 PM  
Blogger Zhoen said...

Power moving through.

8/10/2006 6:20 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

What a poem for this day - wow

8/11/2006 4:26 AM  
Blogger rama said...

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8/11/2006 5:48 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

Linked haikus look easy and must be very difficult, and what could be more appropriate to a threatening storm? - each moment's weather complete in itself, but building, building...

Incredibly evocative. All those sharp, just right, physical details and then the discomfiting abstract entering the mind - just what a gathering storm feels like (and all kinds of storm, not just the weather, of course)

Mm. Lovely.

8/11/2006 7:41 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Yes, distance fears nothing, is one of those lines that stops me in my tracks. Beautiful.

8/11/2006 8:58 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

as always your window to the natural world illuminates it vividley-computers how did we live without them-and to think I was terrified of them when I was growing up.

8/11/2006 1:50 PM  
Blogger chuck said...


It feels like a long stretch of highway to me...but the gathering storm is at a distance...and the proximate wind gusts are inconsequential; hence, nothing to be feared...

8/11/2006 5:29 PM  
Blogger floots said...

"distance fears nothing"
great line

(thanks for the visit)

8/12/2006 12:38 AM  
Blogger Frankie said...

Beautiful, wonderful, and fabulous as always. As everyone's said above "distance fears nothing" will resonate with me for a long, long time. Thank you MB!

8/12/2006 8:44 PM  
Blogger aa said...

I am on the same page with the others. "Distance fears nothing" struck me too.

Lovely as always.

8/13/2006 12:00 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Michelle, I'm still tossing it around myself.

Richard, yes, there's that form again. I find myself intrigued by the challenge of getting water of meaning to flow smoothly over the rocks and channels of that form. And I very much appreciate your noticing that each could stand on its own. I can't always achieve that (didn't in the poem below) but I love it when I can. Thanks so much for your comment.

Pat, thanks. The last line can be turned over, can't it. Just like your leaves.

Mermaid, moving from moment to moment is perhaps the best any of us can do, and is certainly a way to deal with fearful passages.

Firehawk, it's wonderful to see you here. Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

Brenda, thanks. I'm glad that you and Richard saw them as separate and joint, both. There is a lot of layering in this, in my view.

Zhoen, exactly.

Endment, thank you!

Rama, thanks for stopping by.

Jean, as I said to Richard, they are a challenge I enjoy. Thanks so much for your astute comment and yes, all kinds of storms is precisely right.

Robin, me too! Glad you enjoyed it.

Sue, your comment made me laugh, and makes me think we must be of an age because I remember being very suspicious of them, too.

Chuck, we have wide open spaces out here. Thanks for your comment.

Floots, welcome! And thanks for stopping by. I'm pleased you enjoyed that line.

Frankie, thank you very much.

Free spirit, welcome to you! Thanks for reading.

8/16/2006 10:10 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

My kids assure me my age is the dark age-bless

8/20/2006 9:59 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, then we can hope theirs is not!

8/21/2006 8:12 PM  

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