Creative Writing and unfinished business…
July 22, 2014 § 15 Comments
a long single spit
in the wind –
desert by the sea
Tagged: haiku, poetry
I like the imagery in this piece – spartan yet emotive.
It is a strange place, Chris – full of ghosts. And thank you 🙂
I had to do a bit of Googling for this one, which led me to terms like cuspate foreland shingle spit. Your description, desert by the sea, is perfect! Spare but beautiful, Rachael.
Thanks, Miranda – wonder what ‘cuspate’ means? If you google the title you’ll see what a strange and eerie place it is. Empty concrete and rusty metal buildings – all housing secrets… xxx
I like the way you’ve painted the picture…atmospheric. 🙂
Thank you. It is such a powerful place, isn’t it? 🙂
A delightful example of “concrete poetry.” The graphic arrangement of the words is very effective in suggesting the appearance of this complex geological phenomenon. Kudos for this lovely “concrete poetry comes to haiku.” 😛
Aw, thanks, Ron. I suspect this may not be a haiku though… :-0
Very much thought provoking imagery. Nicely done.
Thank you, Dan. So happy you enjoyed it.
Thank you for starting my day with stimulation for brain and soul, Rachael. Like Miranda, I had to do some research here. Very cool subject, treated evocatively and poetically, per usual. Agree with the others: “spare,” “spartan”…and for me, a wee bit “spooky” (probably “eerie” is more apt, but was searching for an “sp” word :). Maybe “spectral?”). Spectacular work, my friend. xoxo
It’s a strange thing. I knew the place made me feel weird, but I didn’t know why until I wrote about it. Yes, Chloe – and thank you – it is spectral and definitely not to be visited at night. :-0
A very interesting place, in several contexts, and a perfect description.
Strangely, or perhaps not, I had a similar feeling on the battlefield at the Little Bighorn. Sort of as if their were some quite unsettled spirits around. Don’t think I’d want to be on either at night. 🙂
Yes, I do see why you could have a similar feeling there. I didn’t think it relevant to tell others about its history – but I’m sure you’re aware of it – it is very strange, and definitely a place of many secrets. Thank you, Neo for your interesting take 🙂
Not anywhere near all of it I’m sure, strangely I ran across it the other day, in a different context, and plan to do some more reading. This type of thing, military and civilian as well, sort of architectural history, has always fascinated me. Our story is out there, in the ruins, and near ruins 🙂
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