By way of an Oregon trip report
16 October 2012 07:50 amThe going was excused by Sirens -- which was fun and full of thinky and some wonderful remeets (waves to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rachelmanija, kateelliott, chibicharibdys, starlady38, swan_tower, artemisgrey, jennifergale, rhinemouse, metteharrison) and defictionalizations (waves to thistleingrey, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rilina, esotera). But really, the traveling was all about the Oregon coast.* Three slow days of winding US-101 and dune hikes and empty gray beaches was not enough. I did journal, but the daily haikus are more likely to convey something of the scene, however haltingly.
under the maples
a single seed whirling down --
children trudge to school
a tattered cover
flutters in the restless breeze:
reading in the park
footprints in the sand --
off in the moss-covered pines
a bird croaks once, twice
shiranami wa
hisoi hiroi hama e
kuru ya kuru
on the empty beach,
sounds of continual surf
a plover piping
one wave
rides piggyback
on another
gray fog fades inland
suddenly
a sparkling bay
until the next wave
Arcturus is reflected
in receding water
a long white spray
rumumumbles on black rocks --
below, train whistle
gray veils the river --
a drop of water runs off
a pale maple leaf
green grass and green moss
and green-on-green Douglas firs --
*clink* of a golf ball
pale faces in the lobby --
black crows on a wet green lawn
brown leaves plastered flat
on the wet concrete sidewalk --
cars shush in the street
* Okay, okay, and the pilgrimage to Powell's. NB: It turns out they can ship your purchases with a single price for 10–1000 books.
** Not only am I not sure whether the final line achieves the effect I'm going for, I don't know how to translate it -- which is an odd feeling to be sure. A rough rendition might be white waves / to the broad beach / coming, coming. Maybe.
---L.
rachelmanija, kateelliott, chibicharibdys, starlady38, swan_tower, artemisgrey, jennifergale, rhinemouse, metteharrison) and defictionalizations (waves to thistleingrey, rilina, esotera). But really, the traveling was all about the Oregon coast.* Three slow days of winding US-101 and dune hikes and empty gray beaches was not enough. I did journal, but the daily haikus are more likely to convey something of the scene, however haltingly. under the maples
a single seed whirling down --
children trudge to school
—Portland, 6 Oct
a tattered cover
flutters in the restless breeze:
reading in the park
—Portland, 7 Oct
and no, that's not a good haiku
footprints in the sand --
off in the moss-covered pines
a bird croaks once, twice
—Reedsport, 8 Oct
shiranami wa
kuru ya kuru
—Reedsport, 9 Oct**
on the empty beach,
sounds of continual surf
a plover piping
—Reedsport, 9 Oct
one wave
rides piggyback
on another
—Depoe Bay, 9 Oct
gray fog fades inland
suddenly
a sparkling bay
—Netarts, 10 Oct
until the next wave
Arcturus is reflected
in receding water
—Seaside, 10 Oct
a long white spray
rumumumbles on black rocks --
below, train whistle
—Columbia Gorge, 11 Oct
gray veils the river --
a drop of water runs off
a pale maple leaf
—Skemania, 12 Oct
green grass and green moss
and green-on-green Douglas firs --
*clink* of a golf ball
—Skemania, 13 Oct
pale faces in the lobby --
black crows on a wet green lawn
—Skemania, 14 Oct
idea stolen from starlady38
brown leaves plastered flat
on the wet concrete sidewalk --
cars shush in the street
—Portland, 14 Oct
no, this one isn't good either
* Okay, okay, and the pilgrimage to Powell's. NB: It turns out they can ship your purchases with a single price for 10–1000 books.
** Not only am I not sure whether the final line achieves the effect I'm going for, I don't know how to translate it -- which is an odd feeling to be sure. A rough rendition might be white waves / to the broad beach / coming, coming. Maybe.
---L.