Thunderstorm Below the Mountain
(after Hokusai)
Lacking humility, I take without thinking.
How far we’ve come, to look below for
lightning, the valleys shaken
with thunder, answers
like pebbles flung outward,
each to its own arc, separate
yet of one source, shaded into the question.
Is it for the scarcity of reach,
the reverse view through the bamboo rings
well out of sight, that
breath in the wave’s tuck or
smoke mingling with the clouds
and figures collecting salt,
that I edge myself closer, again,
to this place? To be nothing
presumes presence in absence.
Lacking humility, I accept without thinking.
“Thunderstorm Below the Mountain” first appeared here in March 2016.
Moving.
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Thanks, Anthony.
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The wrath and fury of nature weaved excellently , a moving description in lucid style.
GOD BLESS YOU
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So pleased you like it. Thank you.
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you are welcome always
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…that
breath in the wave’s tuck…
Sigh! What a beautiful fragment.
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Inspired by Hokusai’s art, once again.
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Superb. Again.
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Thanks, Gwilym. Much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on CELONA'S BLOG and commented:
#Poetry
#RobertOkaji
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Always Boss..
Great work!
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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You are welcome!
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beautiful! My favourite lines are: like pebbles flung outward,
each to its own arc, separate
yet of one source
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