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 in my super sanitized isolation, silent screams sinking any hope of survival, bereft of the solace of another human soul.

as the end begins
crimson claws of letting go
clasped tight in prayer

Mindfills for dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Frank Tassone – On fear

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 regardless, needs replacement. Remind me to order on amazon.

Inches away is a white tile with my name emblazoned on it – a gift proffered to me by tiny hands of my children a decade ago. Just above, perched on an heirloom, passed on daughter to daughter, stands a picture of my father, my miracle deliverer, from somewhere beyond my sight, from somewhere within me.

clutter on my desk
tethering my DNA
~ ancestors approve


Mindfills in gratitude to Miriam Sagan of Miriam’s Well who conducted a Haibun workshop and I signed up and wrote this. 🙏

And the image is for Cee’s FOTD – marigold from my garden

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

Aadi ~ a haibun

In a small pocket of the world where time is measured and labelled into forty four different almanacs, each tracing its origin to millennia past, Augustus’s August falls in the middle of Aadi

Now Aadi, branded inauspicious by a myth or an alignment of stars I do not know, became the month when merchants, millionaires and money twiddled their thumbs, went into depression and waited for the 30 days to pass. No one would dare shop. Until one season, a genius jeweller decided he would sell his wares at something the world had just invented … the mega discount sale.

As you can imagine, people made lines outside his shop, flouting all the Aadi rules and the jeweller was sold out in just two hours. Hearing about his windfall, all other merchants followed suit and from then on, all the three big Ms lived happily ever after during Aadi. And it became that time of the year you’d wait for …. to shop for more for less! If you don’t believe me, you can check out the Aadi sale of 2021.

retreating summer
whispers wise words to autumn
~ make the best of it


Mindfills for dVerse’s Haibun Monday hosted by Frank Tassone – On August

Oh May! ~ a haibun

Oh May! Our old wicker basket sits skewed, a bottle of red tilting the scales in favour of lightbulbs going off under my skin as your laughter booms and scatters my once lucid thoughts. The full moon beams bright, bathing the night and us in mulled vanilla.

We lie back, staring at the stars, strewn, along with the contents of the last midnight picnic in our wild windswept garden. Tomorrow your journey into another life begins. Tomorrow you leave. “Those rose bushes need trimming Sweetie,” you say. I say Hmm…

let me stare at you
my sweet flower-moon of May
next month, you’ll be June’s


Mindfills for

dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Frank Tassone – Flower moon
FOWC lucid
Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesdays– travel/journeys

sprigs of spring ~ a haibun

I was there just last week. Walking up The Dayara Bugyal trail, through rhododendron forests, a gentle climb to high altitude meadows nestled in the heart of the Himalayas.  

Bare walnut trees, waking up, were sprouting baby green leaves. Wheat fields swayed to the rhythm of sunlight. Birds stopped to suck nectar from red rhododendrons. Dotting the landscape were these artistically gnarled leafless trees covered in pink sprays of inflorescence. Cherry? I asked in my botanic ignorance. Haha No they said. We’re not in Japan. This is Tilini.

when cherry blossoms'

pink evanescence pauses

to breathe in Spring


Mindfills of s.s. for

dVerse – Frank Tassone’s Haibun challenge – cherry blossoms

dVerse OLN – hosted by Lillian

sands ~ a haibun

The little fountain pond flashes fish.  We’ve brought one pora. I crumb the dry biscuit and the fish jump at it. The evening sun glints on the water. I fill my fist in my father’s right palm and look up at him. Clock? Clock. The second hand marches to a parade. Tick. Click. Pause. Tick. My father carries me high enough to see the big white face with its three needles. When the thin one reaches 12, it chimes. One loud delightful Tanngg! Its 4:30.

We walk to the first tower of the  plant. There’s a mountain of sulphur nuggets. I get to pick one and slip it into my father’s pocket. We make our way through the fertilizer factory. My father is on his evening rounds. A rusty gate lets us cross over to the beach. With much fanfare my father retrieves the sulphur nugget, strikes a match and we watch a green flame dance. My toes dig into the moist sand. I point at a distant wave touching the shore and ask my father….There! Did you see that jelly fish? And we laugh. It was our thing.

watching waves whisper
silly sweet nothings before
sands run out of time


Mindfills of s.s. for

dVerse – walk with me down memory lane. Lillian asks us to travel to our earliest memories.

Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesdays – poet’s choice

firsts ~ a haibun

A spool of forgotten memory stirs. I’d taken my first flight ever, about to land in a place called Amsterdam, place my feet on a country other than mine. As I went clanking down the giant staircase they had wheeled to the door of the plane, a gust of winter wind hit my face like a tight slap. Born and raised in the hot hot east coast of a tropical peninsula, none of my cells had ever experienced cold. And now for the first time ever, every single one of them felt like an ice lolly.

I stepped into the warm KLM bus, and thawed into a human. That’s when I saw it. Through the windshield as wide as the world. My first snowflake. It floated like a dandelion and stayed hovering just to delight my eyes. More dandelions joined the ballet and my world wide windshield soon filled my eyes with wonder …and snow.

winter’s first snowflake

wafer thin wisp of water

waylaid by wind


Mindfills of s.s. for

dVerse – Kim’s Haibun Monday

Lynn’s Tuesday picture prompt

MindLoveMisery’s Chevrefeuille hosts heeding haiku – hoarfrost ..arrival of winter

Halloween ~ a haibun

Like winter mist that rises, blurring the eye just as much as reality, letting shadows make shapes and stories in your minds, disquiet unsettling the illusion of power, senses heightened in fear of the unknown creeping up your spine, so the gateway between life and death breathes sometimes, inhaling wisps of heaven, smoking an ember from hell, letting out a sigh for the living sometime during Halloween.

cobweb portals trap

suspended drops of spirit

waiting between worlds


Mindfills by s.s. for

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays #200 – halloween week – the illusion of power

Frank Tassone at d’Verse hosting Haibun Monday – Halloween

Eugi’s weekly challenge prompt – bewitched