"Flashes in the night, exchanging moments of illumination"_(isn't that poetry!) bright flash in the night lightning bolt over the lake lightning bug replies _contrasted with-"then deep water gazed back into me"_ just by what we are willing to percieve meanings change. ur lovely poem and picture make me think that the phenomena of the inanimate and the living are conflated in fighting the darkness..many thanks..
Because he must, I suppose! The joy of this is wonderful. Makes me think of writing poems or essays or anything. What hasn't been said by some giant that I can say? Doesn't matter, I think. I write because I must. When I do again, I will think of your poem!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.
16 comments:
Maybe your lightning bug was greeting his god. Or, he could have been issuing a challenge, which would be pretty foolish... Very clever poem.
This is a most wonderful photo! Flashes in the night, exchanging moments of illumination; the beauty is not diminished by size. Lovely.
Wow. I thought you had to have a jar to catch a lightning bug. So nice.
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"Flashes in the night, exchanging moments of illumination"_(isn't that poetry!)
bright flash in the night
lightning bolt over the lake
lightning bug replies _contrasted with-"then deep water
gazed back into me"_ just by what we are willing to percieve meanings change.
ur lovely poem and picture make me think that the phenomena of the inanimate and the living
are conflated in fighting the darkness..many thanks..
A conversation between a bug and lightning what a fairy story that would make!
I loved Raven's comment too :o)
percieve>please read perceive..
thanks..
Wonderful poetry, but I'm rather taken with the lightning bug! I had no idea they were so big!!
Poor little insect... if he pursues his love he will be struck dead.
Clever. I haven't seen a lightning bug since I visited Kansas in my 8th year. I love 'em.
Because he must, I suppose! The joy of this is wonderful. Makes me think of writing poems or essays or anything. What hasn't been said by some giant that I can say? Doesn't matter, I think. I write because I must. When I do again, I will think of your poem!
What a thought. Like it!
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Cute take on folly. I haven't come up with one yet. Like the photo.
An amazing thought on fireflies. They are so amazing in themselves, and this carries it beyond.
the photo is wonderful too.
Beautiful! I love it.
Thank you.
What a great shot--I tried getting a pic of a firefly No luck whatsoever. But ladybugs land on me all of the time.
Deb,
Thanks again for your wonderful contribution on OSI! It's so nice to showcase your fine work.
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