Posts Tagged ‘surprise’

Warm Georgia Summer Evening Surprise: Improverse Blogging Haibu

July 26, 2019

From the inside, through my 90’s shaded-design oval door window, it looked like recent Georgia sunsets: Cool, golden, breezy, comfortably worthy of a front-porch sit for a spell. I knew the frogs would be chirping and croaking and screeching melodically, there might be a whip-or-will or mocking bird or mourning dove singing joyfully at the setting sun, and various and sundry unidentified bugs would be rhytmically scraping and creeking and thrumming and whatever they do, lacing a deep-layered cacophony of sound like a grandmother’s old, well-worn quilt over the newly-mown hay and lawn and the soon-to-be-harvested gold-and-black-tassled corn in the field just beyond the broken-in-half hickory tree.

Surprise.

Stepping out onto the porch, the evening’s still, stiffling air laid on my face and arms like mold in a plastic bag full of what teenaged boys might call “garbage cheese” — not quite rotted into limberger, but still stenchy and pungent enough to make me want to avoid taking a deep, rich breath.

No breeze.

Instead, as I stood still and watched the sunset dapple through the aged oak and hickory trees, as I tried to revel in the natural symphony I’d expected, the damp-dank humid humors of the evening felt as if I was at the end of some God/Satan spraygun of tangible air-mist-grime-pollen. And no scents. Nothing to make breathing the languid vapors worthwhile. No sense of reward or joy or revelation. Just deep cotton-like vapors filling my nostrils and throat and lining my lungs.

I sat down anyway, rocked slowly the way one should on a Southern porch in late July, and waited for an evening breeze to come and wash away the fog-like depth of the moment so I could, at last, completely see-hear-taste-smell-feel-sense all-in-all around and through and in me.

And a distant owl hooted.

When unexpected/
nature clouds your mind, be still./
She’ll clear your senses.

Deep Quilt Georgia Summer Sunset -- July 2019

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Consider The (Beautiful) Source: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

March 20, 2017

Folks act surprised when/
Beauty takes great photos. Just/
consider the subject.

Hidden Pleasure In Springville: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 16, 2017

My office: It’s the/
hidden surprises in life/
that make me happy.My hidden office, upstairs at the Springville Museum of Art

I’m Not Powerful Enough To Ruin Lives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2017

Can I ruin the /
life of another or just/
change the road they’re on?

To Be So Caring It Randomly Hurts: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 3, 2017

It’s hard for me to/
fathom why my heart hurts for/
one I don’t know well.*

OR
*someone I just met.

AND
Why/
do I/
empathize?/
Is that a surprise?/
Or just me/
and charity?

Tripping In Paradise Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

January 12, 2017

She trips paradise/
with a married man. I’m shocked/
how much goodbye hurts.

Surprising Change Of Direction: Revolutionary Rhyming IMprov Haiku

January 9, 2017

It’s sad we reject/
the choice others make to loose/
their voice and not hide.

Glad For Strong Teeth: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

January 3, 2017

When Dad leaves lic’rice/
out, beware of biting black/
magic marker caps.Black licorice and a black magic marker cap, Jan. 2017

Corn Fields, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, Me Surprised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2016

I took the Road Less/
Traveled and learned: Sandhill Cranes/
graze in fields here, too.

Stupid Good Over Bad Maybe: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

November 8, 2016

I admit being/
surprised. I’d hoped stupid good/
might win out. Maybe!