Carrie Richards Poet Kimo

Reflection

while hills taunt us with scrubby tufts of green
the long fingers of the sun
stroke the horizon

a jet splits the sky with a cloudy tail
rattling  the window's glass
and my reflection






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Contest: "Through My Window"   sponsored by Nette Onclaud
By Carrie Richards 1/2114

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Darren Watson January 31, 2014 at 3:23 AM Very beautiful . Our friend Ralph acted as my guide to you . Delighted he did , He has very good taste .

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2014 at 10:45 PM Bummer about that syllable count. I still ADORE this. I wonder if kimo even needs to be concerned in syllables. Haiku are from Asia and modern ones do not stick to syllables!!

Poet Tacito January 29, 2014 at 7:59 AM Fantastic! That "jet" being, perhaps, your heart in flight...making you see what you may or may not be ready for. Another damn fine job!

Tim Ryerson January 28, 2014 at 6:19 PM Exquisite first verse, then the jolting present-day reality of the second...What a contrast you have created here my friend! - Tim

Ralph Sergi January 28, 2014 at 4:00 PM Beautifully defined , the land and the sky. My compliments, Carrie

Ralph Sergi January 28, 2014 at 3:59 PM Beautifully defined , the land and the sky. My compliments, Carrie

Brian Strand January 28, 2014 at 2:59 AM Thank you Carrie for your reflections of my Satie phrasis and ekphrasis.rgds Brian

Jack Horne January 26, 2014 at 2:36 PM love this clever kimo, Carrie - a sure winner

David Williams January 25, 2014 at 10:51 AM Carrie stunning limo and what an image..just great...David

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 25, 2014 at 6:47 AM I love it, Carrie. I can just see you standing at a big picture window where the landscape is wide-open, tranquil, peaceful...that takes one to that inner soul to think and ponder...to reflect. And the pondering ends when you notice your own reflection and find peace within yourself. Nice. Look what it made me think! Good write.

Funom Makama January 24, 2014 at 3:30 PM What a great poem. Its nice reading your piece once again. Keep on writing please.

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2014 at 7:22 PM Nette should just love this one, Carrie. I sure do!! I especially like the last one. Such a cool ending on it.