An Impression:

remembering a childhood experience of an oncoming storm.

An impression:

Thoughts not bound by objects

for that I would reject with ease

show me instead a silver maple

with emotional upturned leaves

as a challenging questing beast

that threatens the Arthurian trace

mid dusk tracks of coming storm

gathering at the end of the lane. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

It would have been nice if those poor people in Texas had had a silver maple tree, or at least something, to warn them of the gulleywasher that has by last count killed over 100 people. We generally speak well of nature, but it isn't always kind.

[carl]

no that was definitely a questing beast such a tragedy such a loss. I have another piece on the wind and its dual nature comes out for me in that one - thanks for the read and review much appreciated -carl

[Kelly Scheppers]

A most engaging read, Carl. The image of the silver maple with upturned leaves brought the intensity of the storm into focus. I wanted to burrow down in my chair in front of a roaring fire, and pray for the best. Storms can be quite devastating to some trees, especially ones that harbor a safe haven for our feathered friends. So brief in the quantity of words, yet so concise in its completion. Teaching us the relevance to be more like nature - to bend in the midst of adversity, against the wind.

[carl]

thank you for the read and review - it came from a memory of youth when my dad and I were watching an oncoming storm - something he always enjoyed - be well and stay safe -carl

[W. Barrett Munn]

these are terrific slant rhyme uses you’ve managed to coral.

Winston

[carl]

thank you - I'm trying to learn how and when they occur as they seem to offer a smoother rhythmic flow - appreciate your encouragement -carl

[W. Barrett Munn]

Tim Green, who edits Rattle poety magazine, suggests not using the first or even second slant rhyme you think of as we tend to write our lines toward the rhyme word. He suggests slant rhymes that aren't real close. On Rhymezone on the internet, you can choose to look for slant rhymes with a chosen word and it will give you slants down to 92% closeness in rhyme.

[carl]

thanks I will look into both of these

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have tended to see things this way since I was a little kid...
Always a metaphor, always subjectively.
Those storms come and go, but my maple is still hanging around and loving to show off in the fall.
j.

[carl]

Thanks for the read and review - maples are beauties for sure we had three in our back yard of a rental home up until a year ago where move to has a massive beautiful oak in the back yard we call him the General shades almost the entire yard for the peak of the days sun.

[Lorry]

Childhood experiences are oh so vivid in our minds, even as the sands of time leaves its marks on us in other ways.
I can picture the cogs of young Carl's mind turning as he watches on silently, soaking up the information and mesmerised by its beauty.

[carl]

very appropriate and accurate picture you paint - one of my favorite memories is sitting on the porch at our farm house with my dad and watching the thunder storms move in -thanks for the read and review carl

[MCS]

A lovely verse lulls the reader into a quiet mindful space. Enjoyed.

[carl]

thanks you for the time to read and review my piece much appreciated - carl

[Buddhistboy73]

It's interesting what comes back to us from childhood.....

I like this short poem about nature and how it affects us as humans....
These are my favourite lines:

mid dusk tracks of coming storm
gathering at the end of the lane.

BB73

[carl]

thanks for the read and review - I remember my dad explaining to me why or how the maple tree at the end of the lane had taken on a silver appearance and how it shook and swayed in breeze from the on coming storm giving it an anthropomorphic approaching immense beast nature - carl

[Lisasview]

I am back dear Carl and what a pleasure to read one of your marvellous ~ insightful poems... A true gift...for sure.
This line sings out to me..
mid dusk tracks of coming storm
gathering at the end of the lane.
Loads of metaphors and I so love metaphors...
Thoughts not abound by objects... really another clever and thoughtful line... makes one wake up and think!!
Ahhh, now I read that this was a childhood memory... Yes as we get older and older those memories certainly become more useful..when writing poems or stories..
Take care,
Lisasview, still in Spain

[carl]

Thanks for the read and review I appreciate your reflections hope all is well for you in Spain - carl