Open Wound

This hillside is an open wound. The other side of the gorge is twice as high as the side where the house is. The creek at the bottom runs swiftly with the roar of a waterfall.

The earth have been giving way under the tall trees at the edge of this hill for a while now. It has become a game of sorts trying to guess which tree will succumb next. Especially after a persistent rain. 

The kids delight in coming here. They never forget their super soaker water guns. In a desparate move we started adding grass seeds to the water,  and telling them to point toward the hill. This feels hopeless.

A cow is screaming across the arroyo. Everything else wanders through here. Why not cows! I start toward the window – I wake up, entangled in the blanket.

Pat R

12/14/19

For dVerse poets pub
The line we are to use with our flash fiction of 144 words or less are:-

“A cow is screaming across the arroyo.”

Prosery #7: Jim Harrison

 

In Nature

This post written in response to prompt : not permitted to tell
From Carpe Diem Haiku
Our host wtites:

“…… Due to the wearing away of the rock and the reddish minerals in the thermal-warmed water, the waterfall looks exactly like the private parts of a woman complete with sounds and gushing water. The practice can be thought of as worshiping the reproductive aspect of the feminine earth.
The priest Ekaku had asked Basho to write some poems on his visit to the three holy mountains of Dewa. Basho couldn’t do that because it was an awesome experience for him and so he couldn’t find the words. Also it was forbidden to talk about what he had witnessed on the mountain….”

katara re nu   yudano ni nurasu   tometo kana

not permitted to tell
how sleeves are wetted
in the bathroom

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Mount Yudano

It’s a strange story, but it has also something … spiritual. To write a haiku in the same tone and sense as Basho did … looks like climbing a mountain barefoot, but I will try.

Our host’s attempt

what has happened?
petals of red roses around
the morning glory

© Chèvrefeuille

1
not permitted to tell
what mother nature
carved in nature

2
tumbling water
spewing mist fury beauty
cutting her own path

For further reading on prompt and other responses follow link below

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/05/carpe-diem-738-not-permitted-to-tell.html?m=1

PR

5/22/15