Pungent ozone air
In need of a good hard cry
Prayers for rain answered
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #961 prayers for rain and
Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #34: Somber
Pungent ozone air
In need of a good hard cry
Prayers for rain answered
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #961 prayers for rain and
Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #34: Somber
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
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April 27, 2016 at 1:36 pm
Thank you : )
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April 27, 2016 at 3:24 pm
Nothing like a good cry 😢
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April 27, 2016 at 3:30 pm
Sooo true. Nothing quite like it.
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April 27, 2016 at 5:54 pm
You did it again! Beautiful photo and haiku! 😀
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April 27, 2016 at 5:59 pm
Aw, thank you In Cahoots!
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April 27, 2016 at 6:00 pm
You are very welcome! I truly enjoy your wonderful blog! 😊
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April 27, 2016 at 6:06 pm
Thank you so much!
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April 28, 2016 at 10:54 am
Reminds me of electrical storms with no rain but heat lightning. The air always feels pregnant to me during one of those.
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April 28, 2016 at 12:02 pm
What a perfect description!
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April 29, 2016 at 1:40 am
Poignant image. Lovely haiku.
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April 29, 2016 at 2:39 am
Thank you Lisa.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:24 am
Mmmm…
There is some satisfaction in a good cry, especially in the somber calm after the storm is spent.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:26 am
Oh… and what is it about abandoned piers in low water which seems so forlorn? Beautiful image. Perfect for the challenge!
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May 1, 2016 at 11:28 am
Thank you Patrick.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:38 am
You are very welcome, CJ. Thank you for so consistently responding to this challenge, and always with such poetic insight and visual verve.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:40 am
Awww, thank you for such wonderful challenges. Looking forward to #35.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:41 am
You are right, abandoned piers do seem forlorn and also provide the imagination with a story.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:41 am
Me too! =)
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May 1, 2016 at 11:43 am
There’s a set of them in Howe Sound, on the way to and from Whistler. I often stop in for a shot or two. The weather of the day can throw them into such a variety of moods.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:46 am
Exactly! These are at the end of my mother’s street so I have shot them many times in many moods.
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May 1, 2016 at 11:47 am
Heh… which makes them a most splendid muse.
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May 6, 2016 at 3:57 am
Wow! What a way to put it… Wonderful.
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May 6, 2016 at 5:00 am
Thank you kindly
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May 6, 2016 at 8:02 pm
I love this one. The stark contrast of the dark pilings with the soft pastels of the water and sky transitioning back to dark rocks framing the bottom of the picture. The rain drops punctuating the water so equidistantly, yet randomly. And as usual, your poetry twists. Rain is good, usually, especially when it’s been dry. Crying is bad, usually, unless it is cathartic. First reading has the pungent ozone air in need of rain. Repeated readings have the need revealed as deeper.
Bonus for me: I was reminded of the old blues standard “The Sky is Crying”.
Thanks for posting.
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May 6, 2016 at 8:03 pm
Thank you Siegling.
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June 21, 2016 at 3:30 pm
Thanks for the like. It made me realize I hadn’t read anything of yours in a while, and also why: I’m not following you. Or wasn’t. Nice work here.
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June 21, 2016 at 3:33 pm
Thank you HemmingPlay. Likewise, I love your work but I get bogged down with life and don’t get to read as much as I would like.
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