IT RAINED LAST NIGHT
The April wind a crazy howl
I slept in snatches
That old wind growled
And screamed
Like the devil himself
No stranger to a sleepless night
In my dreams I painted stripes
Down a long avenue
Where I drove
Until the morning light
Switched on and the day began
The alarm turned off
Breakfast a piece of toast
Lightly buttered
The bread not as fresh as I like
The coffee hot with cream
You won’t be shy when you come for tea
April 8, 2018
14 comments:
Well wordled. I really like I slept in snatches. I can relate to that kind of sleep.
I heard those winds, way down here. I'm intrigued by your last line.
I am intrigued by the last line as well. Those winds are full of fury.
Well wordled indeed!
I shall come for tea, but will insist on being shy!
Anna :o]
Love the sound of that wind howling, as it did here yesterday. Today is like a summer's day, in contrast.
I enjoyed this wonderfully rendered piece, replete with evocative images. It confers the feeling one gets, curling up with a good book that winds to an intriguing end.
Nicely crafted with food for thought.
Sweet! I'm on my way : )
am i crazy to think of this piece as a good haibun?
Like this, Annell. A nice rundown of the night and morning activities and doings. I liked the aside, of "bread not as fresh as I like." It would be much better if you made it into French toast. The French call it "used bread" but I can't remember the French word for 'used'.
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You captured the wind’s sounds well. Intriguing last line. I like where it took me.
I can't seem to find your A L' Arora poem, annell, but I enjoyed very much reading this one.
Rain can mess up the evening. But of more concern rain can impact on the ensuing dreams to the detriment of a person
Hank
A new favorite! We seem helpless and wistful, but find control possible in our arts and friendships. In another mood, I might find doing in my dreams what I do all day as nightmarish and never ending, but the tone here implies safety in the daily rituals of waking and serving. Let the devils howl as they may.
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