Friday, April 06, 2007
This year, the summer seems to be very severe here.
The brackish streams that were a joy to the cattle, birds and fish has suddenly starting to dry up.
There is really no spring here. At the time of the spring in other places, it is severe rain here.
I know that the rains are not far away from the hurry-burry of the birds. They forsee the rain and make preperations to be safe in rain.
I see the cloudes geting darker in the evenings day by day, hence the heat in the day time become a torture.
When all who relished on the streams are unhappy...
the cat fish who thrive in the water is ready to die or prepare to go hybernating deep in the mud ...
the fishermen who used to relish on them is starting to drift away...
the shepherds and the cattle moving farther because they dont have enough green grass and water...
...this lone grey stork stand still in this water happily, as he is able to scan the shallow water and catch his small fishes with out anyone disturbing it.
I don’t know much about poetry, so for the same reason I don’t know much about tanka or haiga which I know as poetic forms.
I know that they are poetic words expressed in crisp, short and in an orderly form. The websites for this form of poetry has all that one would want to know about it.
I visit some of the blogs daily with tanka and haiga, some of them are immensely popular and one of them particularly has influenced me so much.
This picture is inspired by a pic I saw in pursuance of truth.
Janice is fine writer and her daily posts make me ponder a second. I suggest that you take a look at her blog.