Tybee Island

Taylor514ce · 08-03-2009, 10:18 AM

I've given myself an evening off, so drove from Bluffton, South Carolina to Tybee Island. I wanted to see the ocean. The waves are wild, because another thunderstorm is here. So I've retreated to a seafood restaurant, and I'm having a beer while I watch lightning strike the water.

I feel profoundly alone, but not in a sad way. I sometimes feel like this after a lot of travel, like my body is waiting for my soul to catch up with it. San Diego, Chicago, Atlanta, Augusta, Savannah - a tired litany of airport lounges. I will be exhausted, sitting somewhere, and feel myself softly settle back into my bones.

I look around me at the strangers in their touristy beach outfits and fried fish platters, and I love them. Let the wind blow. I'm here, this is now, I'm alive and free.

Tourists and troubadours, road warriors and vagabonds, raise your beers with me. I am your brother.

the indigo afterimage
of the lightning's flash -
her subtle perfume

DixieGal · 08-03-2009, 10:32 AM

Be careful, you are close to crossing the line between poet and philosopher. In your case, that is a good thing - the post was just lovely.

Wishing you safe travels!

pdurrant · 08-03-2009, 10:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

I sometimes feel like this after a lot of travel, like my body is waiting for my soul to catch up with it. San Diego, Chicago, Atlanta, Augusta, Savannah - a tired litany of airport lounges. I will be exhausted, sitting somewhere, and feel myself softly settle back into my bones.

"No matter how fast the body travels,
"the soul travels at the speed of an Arcturan Mega-Donkey"
..........................................— Douglas Adams

Lady Blue · 08-03-2009, 11:32 AM

Very profound . . . and lovely.

Moejoe · 08-03-2009, 05:53 PM

Whatever it is, beginning of short story, diary entry, prose poem, I want more of it and soon!!

Taylor514ce · 08-03-2009, 06:15 PM

It's a poetic form called "haibun", which is a mixture of lyrical prose and "linked" haiku. The haiku is inspired by and related to the prose, but not part of the narrative.

So I guess in the above, the overall theme is that of trying to hold onto something, a feeling, to capture something, if only for a moment, that you know will soon fade, whether it is one of those brief moments of peace, of feeling connected with everyone, or the afterimage of a lightning strike, or the way she smelled the last time you were with her.

Moejoe · 08-03-2009, 06:21 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

It's a poetic form called "haibun", which is a mixture of lyrical prose and "linked" haiku. The haiku is inspired by and related to the prose, but not part of the narrative.

So I guess in the above, the overall theme is that of trying to hold onto something, a feeling, to capture something, if only for a moment, that you know will soon fade, whether it is one of those brief moments of peace, of feeling connected with everyone, or the afterimage of a lightning strike, or the way she smelled the last time you were with her.

I'd never heard of "haibun" before, but now my curiosity is peaked. Must learn more.

Taylor514ce · 08-04-2009, 04:51 PM

""Piqued", I think you mean.

Moejoe · 08-04-2009, 05:02 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

""Piqued", I think you mean.

No, it reached a 'peak' as soon as you mentioned the word, and since then I have not thought of it at all

Only joshing

08-03-2009, 10:18 AM	#1
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	Tybee Island I've given myself an evening off, so drove from Bluffton, South Carolina to Tybee Island. I wanted to see the ocean. The waves are wild, because another thunderstorm is here. So I've retreated to a seafood restaurant, and I'm having a beer while I watch lightning strike the water. I feel profoundly alone, but not in a sad way. I sometimes feel like this after a lot of travel, like my body is waiting for my soul to catch up with it. San Diego, Chicago, Atlanta, Augusta, Savannah - a tired litany of airport lounges. I will be exhausted, sitting somewhere, and feel myself softly settle back into my bones. I look around me at the strangers in their touristy beach outfits and fried fish platters, and I love them. Let the wind blow. I'm here, this is now, I'm alive and free. Tourists and troubadours, road warriors and vagabonds, raise your beers with me. I am your brother. the indigo afterimage of the lightning's flash - her subtle perfume

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08-03-2009, 10:32 AM	#2
DixieGal Hi There! Posts: 7,473 Karma: 2930523 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ft Lauderdale Device: iPad	Be careful, you are close to crossing the line between poet and philosopher. In your case, that is a good thing - the post was just lovely. Wishing you safe travels!

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Lady Blue the snarky blue one Posts: 6,001 Karma: 3877825 Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: deep in the heart Device: PRS500, 505 & 600, PRST1 & T2, Kindle PW, Moto Razr, Galaxy Tab 2-10"	Very profound . . . and lovely.

08-03-2009, 05:53 PM	#5
Moejoe Banned Posts: 5,100 Karma: 72193 Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: South of the Border Device: Coffin	Whatever it is, beginning of short story, diary entry, prose poem, I want more of it and soon!!

08-03-2009, 06:15 PM	#6
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	It's a poetic form called "haibun", which is a mixture of lyrical prose and "linked" haiku. The haiku is inspired by and related to the prose, but not part of the narrative. So I guess in the above, the overall theme is that of trying to hold onto something, a feeling, to capture something, if only for a moment, that you know will soon fade, whether it is one of those brief moments of peace, of feeling connected with everyone, or the afterimage of a lightning strike, or the way she smelled the last time you were with her.

08-04-2009, 04:51 PM	#8
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	""Piqued", I think you mean.