You know you reading a truly great haiku when you are literally pulled into a different place and time. So it is with this poem.
Chad Lee Robinson delivers us into his world through this rich, multi-sensory poem. The smell of the dust, the open horizon with the twilight stars first appearing, and the sounds… oh the musicality of the sounds. Chad literally invites us to "tap" along with him as he conjures a virtual campfire and plays for us on his harmonica. Magical poem.
tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
twilight stars
what transpires in this haiku is truly magical without making it cynical even in the slightest way. The haiku has almost been plucked out of a Neil Gaiman universe. What you treat us here with is a lasting legacy of a delicately unfolding magic.
September 16th, 2014 at 9:58 am
Wonderful haiku. From the trail to the stars, and with music. Thank you.
September 16th, 2014 at 10:14 am
Such beautifully captured sensory images! Absolutely lovely! :)
September 16th, 2014 at 10:25 am
Well, when you are gifted by a Chad Lee Robinson haiku you know it will take you on a journey that will stay with you a long time.
Robinson somehow makes us have an incredible tale by our own fireside, but we still get to taste his part of the world:
tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
twilight stars
—CHAD LEE ROBINSON
And a wonderful alliterative boost adds to the musicality of the piece.
warm regards,
Alan, With Words
September 16th, 2014 at 11:33 am
Thank you. It's magical.
September 16th, 2014 at 11:37 am
Thank you. It’s magical.
September 16th, 2014 at 12:32 pm
a strain of music
across the hills
harmony
September 16th, 2014 at 1:08 pm
Excellent work! I can feel the warmth of the campfire and smell the herd not far away!
Keep playing for us! Joe
September 16th, 2014 at 2:23 pm
You know you reading a truly great haiku when you are literally pulled into a different place and time. So it is with this poem.
Chad Lee Robinson delivers us into his world through this rich, multi-sensory poem. The smell of the dust, the open horizon with the twilight stars first appearing, and the sounds… oh the musicality of the sounds. Chad literally invites us to "tap" along with him as he conjures a virtual campfire and plays for us on his harmonica. Magical poem.
Strider
September 16th, 2014 at 2:31 pm
I'm there!
September 18th, 2014 at 12:21 pm
tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
twilight stars
what transpires in this haiku is truly magical without making it cynical even in the slightest way. The haiku has almost been plucked out of a Neil Gaiman universe. What you treat us here with is a lasting legacy of a delicately unfolding magic.
September 22nd, 2014 at 1:47 pm
I can hear the blues! Lovely :)
marion
September 27th, 2014 at 7:01 am
Many layers to ponder and enjoy. A poem to reread and savor!