Is it the sky I seize when my hand reaches out to touch the storm of rain? Or do the heavens remain behind the veil, rainbowed and unclouded, waiting for the thunderings of the gods to echo into quietude as they follow the flashes of light to the edge of the horizon?
Everything around me is covered with drops of liquid light.
Gaia, drunk with the season’s retreat, builds an improvised framework out of the movements of the moon.
I look for the line
between now and again, where
flower becomes seed–
All is stillness, dense, restless–
leaves shiver, rattled by wind.
A haibun for my August grid, using the prompt words clear and nature from Colleen’s #TankaTuesday. Last night’s thunderstorm seemed to be straddling seasons. Two of Jane Dougherty’s recent poems, “Damp Morning” and “Stories” are similar in feeling.
The grid and poem started out in the same general area but were revised in different directions I think. Well, my drawing teachers always emphasized the importance of contrast in art–what isn’t there being as necessary as what is. It’s up to the reader/watcher to fill in the blanks with what they need.
K. 
Your grid is like an attempt at answering your question. There are so many things we don’t know. A poet’s speculation is as good as any.
Funny, but the opening of your haibun is very like a poem I wrote yesterday and didn’t post. The Oracle has been busy.
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She has…when I read your last few poems, I saw the connection immediately.
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beautiful – I had to look up Gaia 🙂
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Thanks Jodi…she is worth looking up!
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I loved this poem, Kerfe. Really lovely. Your grid is also fascinating.
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Thanks Robbie. I spent a long time arranging and rearranging the grid this month, but I like the result.
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What an amazing capture of the season, Kerfe. Happy Lughnasadh! Your words propelled me to a magical place. Your grid is a composite of the colors of summer – a perfect accompaniment to your prose and poetry. I’ve read this numerous times and each time I find more I love. ❤
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Thanks Colleen, you’ve made me smile. Thinking of your cornbread…perhaps I will make some myself tonight!
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I love the gluten free honey cornbread. That is a treat! Have a fabulous evening. ❤
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger.
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Thanks for the reblog!
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely–all the questions and liminal spaces. I missed this when you first posted it. It does seem to have some whispers from the Oracle. Your grid does seem to go through a transition.
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Thanks Merril. That post seems a million years ago…
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Hi, K! Beautiful August grid and Haibun. They go hand in hand. 😀 xo
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Thanks Vashti!
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Love your summer colors and patterns in your grid! Gorgeous!
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Thanks Jill!
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At times, it does seem as though you can hold the air in your hands, yet all is gone when they open. You’ve conveyed that feeling, here.
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Thanks Ken.
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