tapping trail dust
from the harmonica . . .
twilight stars
Published by
Chad Lee Robinson
Chad Lee Robinson's haiku and related poetry have appeared in over fifty print and online journals and numerous anthologies. His haiku have won many awards, including a Touchstone Award from The Haiku Foundation, a Modern Haiku Award, a Readers' Choice Poem of the Year Award at The Heron's Nest, and a Pushcart Prize nomination. He is the author of two haiku chapbooks, Pop Bottles (True Vine Press, 2009) and Rope Marks (Snapshot Press, 2012). You can read Rope Marks for free at www.snapshotpress.co.uk/ebooks.htm. A third chapbook, The Deep End of the Sky, won the Turtle Light Press Chapbook Contest in 2014, and will be published by the press in late spring 2015. Follow Chad's blog at http://dakotaku.wordpress.com View all posts by Chad Lee Robinson
Wonderful haiku. From the trail to the stars, and with music. Thank you.
Such beautifully captured sensory images! Absolutely lovely! :)
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
Thank you. It's magical.
Thank you. It’s magical.
a strain of music
across the hills
harmony
Excellent work! I can feel the warmth of the campfire and smell the herd not far away!
Keep playing for us! Joe
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
I'm there!
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.
I can hear the blues! Lovely :)
marion
Many layers to ponder and enjoy. A poem to reread and savor!