writing ~ a haibun

It’s been three days. It’s an oxymoron. A paradox. An incongruent prompt. Write on writer’s block Frank says. And all I’ve been watching is hours and hours of sand, silent, still, in the landscape of the written word.

I dig. The steel shovel straining my parched hope of ever forming a phrase. Sand mounds pile up, reeks of my sweat. And there! I hit upon a leather bound chest. With the key of intellect, I prise open the lid. Wise words of elite erudition fountain out of the sandy earth. I try and catch a few but they’re too smart for me and too snooty for my poem.

The writer’s mind doesn’t rest does it? Always flirting with the impossibles… charming the confusion, calming the chaos. A sandstorm whooshes around my head, whirling emotions, tossing thoughts, spinning stories. I close my eyes and watch words tessellate.

novice on high heels
balancing notebook of life
with words of the heart


Mindfills for DVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Frank Tassone and he asks us to write about the writer’s block & FOWC – novice

21 thoughts on “writing ~ a haibun

      1. My wife and I had a conversation about high heels recently… she’s 1 cm taller than I am (I’m ~175 cm), and she tends not to wear heels… also because she walks around a lot outside so they aren’t comfortable. (she didn’t wear heels at our wedding either)

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    1. I can relate to the marshland analogy . Plenty around but hard to navigate. I’m so glad you read this one. Appreciate you writing in. Thank you🌻


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