Lame haibun attempt

In the stillness of winter, when all is cold and grey, Juni yearns for the summer warmth of Min. Their lives are now located at opposite ends of the world and meeting each other almost seems impossible. Winter, dark and grey Summer, spring and autumn…

Prayer

I don’t want your money or jewels or wind in my sails I won’t ask for the moon or the stars or shelter from either I just want to pray together for the sake of prayer we don’t have to agree on words or say anything at…

(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. PROMPT: “haibun”

Part of what I’m hoping to do over the course of the marathon is (should circumstances allow) is work on poems in proposed sequences/other projects. The previous poem “Duchess of Oldenburg” (though owing to the prompt, it was very different to how I thought it…

Hour 06 – Haibun

The Beauty of the Bonsai Family trees may bear much fruit yet some branches never get to grow. We must face occasionally the mortality of youth. The loss scars bark and molds form. We cherish every leaf and find the blooming flowers still as sweet,…

Looking Out

Inside today: inside my house, inside my room, inside my bed, inside my head. This is the price for two consecutive days of activity. Behind the netting, an open window. Open curtains too, now that the glaring sun is in retreat. Air-holes made for this…

Prompt 6: The Secret Sea Haibun

I didn’t intend to sleep. I simply longed for the ocean. Poor facsimile, I found a YouTube sound file–eleven hours of waves crashing on an anonymous beach. Earbuds in, I closed my eyes and fantasized of a castle on a shore in the mist, myself…

Swing Song: a haibun

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

Where Is She

Her long light brown braids, bouncing on her back as she ran to her new bicycle. 6-years-old she had just learned to ride with the two wheels. Her Daddy was there, to set his little girl free. He sent her only down the block. The innocence of…

Sean Luc

His gentle purring vibrates the chair, as his whiskers dance to the rhythm of his dream. He chases crystal winged butterflies and downy grey mice across the fields of playful daffodils bouncing their sun brilliant heads in the winds teasing fingers. Twitching ear tips give…