Posted in 28 Days of Unreason, Poetry

Day Nine – “Tracks”

I admit to today’s line being one of my favorites because of it’s obscurity.  In Songs of Unreason, Harrison often confounds me with a question, explicit or implied, that must be answered.  For this quote, I asked myself how it is that we remain in the air and then I stopped being literal and wrote poetry.   Thank you to everyone who has joined in as we make tracks through these 28 Days of Unreason!  Here is today’s Harrison quote and my poetic response to it with “Tracks” in Haiku form.

I love the tracks left by hundreds of species of birds that remain in the air like we do  

~Harrison

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Photo by Jilly

 

Words clutter the air

Rambling authenticity

Bird saviors fly off

 

 

 

 

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Aye; Eyes

In faces we see years, or the lack thereof, tones of skin, lips of color and grin stretching out to welcome us or drawn tight to hide away the pain of days and nights, winters and spring, of living too much or not enough, walking the path to the river or the River, the dip of birth or the dip of death, the planting or harvesting, and as we walk by them, in the water, in the grass, in the tree or air, it is not in their faces that the story lies, it is in their eyes, their eyes, their eyes.

Eyes looking outward

Skeptical angry or no

The tale is thereby told

We are writing Haibuns over at dVerse tonight.  Join us!

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The Tragic Ballad of Little Muldoon

I and Kuhn and little Muldoon
down to Log Lake did wander
cool was the mud betwixt my toes
and the sneezer did tickle my nose

I and Kuhn and little Muldoon
to the water’s edge did we gander
the air we did sniff and persnuffled
the breeze how our fur it out truffled

I and Kuhn and little Muldoon
thinking back it raises my dander
there a floating log opened its eye
and snatched up Muldoon passing by

I and Kuhn without our Muldoon
ran back up the bank of the lander
I will never endeavor to swim
with the likes of a log such as him!

© Poem and Photograph by Jilly

Join us over at dVerse!  It's Spring !
In the voice of this little raccoon -
I happened to be there when he lost his sibling
to an enterprising gator at Circle B Bar Preserve near Lakeland, Florida.
Turns out that raccoons are into rhyme and meter - who knew. 
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