Tag: Haibun
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Up ~ a haibun
Up on the hill, dawn breaks into a pink smile. Something tells me this athlete runs with a novel resolve to endure the pain and complete his 10k. Two friends park their red car, sync steps and Strava, and strut off on a no-nonsense calorie burning uphill march.I walk into the first week of the…
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Autumn’s voice ~ a haibun
Today, the morning sun whispers hesitantly, apologetically shooting a ray to separate our shadows. The now desolate morning glory trail knows us, as do our skins. On fallen red leaves, we tread, blood draining to our matching shoes. Someone has hung a lantern on the chestnut tree with our names on it. Tomorrow, after the…
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scarlet ~ a haibun
Scarlet dreams in white silence course through my veins in autumn contemplation. Will it ever be the same? Two years of you and me in our haven of unreality. Us against the virulent, vicious world. And then through the cracks of our front door, a sliver of light of tomorrows whispered, beckoned, lured, you and…
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Scented breeze ~ a Haibun
The afternoon sun scorches fiery yellow on clear glass windows. From inside my air conditioned office, wearing a grey suit, ready for a Zoom call from Switzerland, I stare at a screen that seems incongruous today, and wait for the host to let me in .This is mango season. Fruit vendors outside have the best…
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Iris ~ a haibun
I don’t want the world to see meI don’t think that they’ll understand…Iris plays as I click on the link. You say it reminds you of us. It’s April… many years ago. Today I walk in a strange country ~ seas, silence and a lifetime between us. Angular concrete towers and cameras keep watch over…
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Sakura ~ a haibun
Drawing reserves from deep within, a dream is born. I can’t see a thing right now but memories from past lives sketch a few strokes in my imagination. Somehow, I know. Through the year I hope ; through restless nights I long; through numbness I toil. All so that I see you in Spring. I…
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A sliver ~ a haibun
A sliver of winter. That’s all we get in the tropics. Closets come out. A pride of colours. Colours that stripe my woolen scarf, check that flowy overcoat and dot the quirky high boots I bought just for this season. I step out, wishing for snowflakes, like the ones that fell from the sky to…
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hello ~ a haibun
‘Hello!’ Riding free on the O of that hello is a hundred million monsters, marauders of my lungs, charging at the speed of kill, each a crowned king, crashing, dissolving the gateway of my eyes, skin, nose, attacking my insides, slaughtering my living cells I crouch, I cringe, I cry, behind my man-made mask, alone…
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desk ~ a haibun
I rest my head on my desk. My just woken-up eyes sweep the knicks and knacks of decades, centuries even, strewn as if time doesn’t matter. My mug is still warmed by morning tea. A bubble of ear pods blink red. An armband that keeps my phone safe from the Indian monsoon while I run…
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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…
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