Electric Storms

 

Night sky sparks white light

mountains rise and disappear

electric storms rage

Reviews

[Don Coorough]

This is a nice write, Anima. There is intensity in a southwestern summer monsoon. Your haiku brings its image and electricity right to mind. But it's an image, a metaphor. Life is darkness and light, too. Not as in good or bad, but as in known and obscured. And life vibrates from being observed and observable to being hidden, unknown, even unknowable. You capture enigma well here. You capture mystery. What I like most about this is that you aren't repeating anything I've seen of yours. When I used to play guitar, I had a friend tell me once, don't ever play that lick again. It was my best lick. So, I asked why. He said, because you play it in ever solo. I didn't get it then, but in time I figured it out. In the arts, one doesn't want to repeat oneself. One wants to always be forging new ground. If one is going to repeat oneself, it is like telling the same story from one's life to everyone one knows, but over and over again, like it's one's only life story. In such a circumstance, one must meet new people all the time, because those one knows have already heard the story. I am really glad to see you stretching here, writing something new, not relying on any of your familiar chops. A willingness to risk! Good writing. - EllisD

[Gandré]

wonderful feeling of the universe........... and human inner heart.

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Me likey. Especially the second line because it seems totally and completely unrelated to an electric or thunderstorm, yet I can think of various reflective and symbolic parallels that are relative to the subject. I like that the best about this!

[ScaryTrees]

i love a good storm
the power is quite inspiring

nice haiku

[Pax Analog]

Ah, five-seven-five
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