The float picking of cranberry bogs.
fog wanders
across a warmer bog
the lone crow
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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10 comments:
What atmosphere!
We are getting fog right now. I can feel your poem.
loneliness. though you mentioned 'warmer' the idea of loneliness brought 'coldness' to mind.
My first thought was of the OceanSpray commercial. Why? because my 8th grade sweetheart is the chubby old guy, standing in the bog with the young fellow.
We really don't know what fog is in Tucson, as we rarely see it. I love Carl Sandburg's poem about fog.
nice one M
john
Doug, thanks for the wonderful comment on my post!!!
I'm glade you liked this Sandy...
the cold morning air, the flooded bogs.
Nana... thanks; that is a lonely conflict, the fog of the warm and cold.
Judie... Oh? Oh! 'Don't use the cranberries from ova here.' "Kathy
and I live in the heart of the Massachusetts cranberry country, just moments away from the O.S. original factory... ! Made in the USA
John... I really enjoy your haibun blog, and I appreciate your visits and comments.
Thank you all, my friends... floating to the top.
friends
as cranberries float
see the truth
I tramped some days in your bog...-)
I wrote several versions and here is this one just for yours:
crow's song
bogging the fog down
into the boghole
clue: Kalevala, where Joukahainen trying to bog down (into a swamp) King Wäinämöinen with his mighty song...
kind of you M re the haibun blog I made small changes to the last one and I always like to tell anyone who commented in case it changes their comments. thanks again for being a regular and much appreciated visitor
john
maybe it's the crow's breath, I love this Doug
the fog ambling over the warmer area is poetic to say the least the lone crow strikes at the heart of the matter not even the fog is there to be his companion; nicely presented, with colour interest as well
much love...
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