I
haiku
haiku
a
thousand days
without
face or reflection
sense of
self diminished
II
haibun
haibun
We
walk the hours that make up our lives. Talk to the minutes - the hand, the
dial, the markers of time. Capture the seconds, stored for days, labeled
eternity.
Time,
past summer
is
measured in the flight
of
the butterfly, so free
We
take the path that leads us home. Talk to the trees - the leaves, the flowers,
the gifts of the seasons. Capture the fruits, ripened and sweet, labeled
health.
seasons,
past chapters
measured
by flight of stairs,
increasingly
painful
We
face the reflection that shows us truth. Talk to the man in the mirror - the
eyes, the lies, the carefully painted image. Capture the truth, staring back
accusingly, labeled proper.
III
quote
quote
to
live is to be thrust into the sunlight, crying -
and
to leave in the glow of moonlight, sleeping.
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Wonderful. I had to read it over and over to capture its depth. The short prose in the haibun complemented the haiku so well. The lies in the mirror was especially intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn. The lie haibun was actually inspired by a journalist who was imprisoned for about 1000 days in China. The first day he was freed he looked at himself in the mirror.
DeleteSo I asked myself, do we really need mirrors to believe in ourself?
I admire the seasons of reflection in the haiku, haibun & quotation ~ This line gives me pause:
ReplyDeleteWe face the reflection that shows us truth
Hope you are well, smiles ~
Good to see you Grace. Spring is usually ally for happy thoughts, autumn for reflection. But spring seems so fleeting nowdays. And all too soon autumn is here.
DeleteTime...measured in the flight of the butterfly....how brief our time is, but how beautiful. Hayes Spencer is kanzensakura.
ReplyDeleteKanzensakura, in its flight, time stops.
Deleteoutstanding words.... a fine set.
ReplyDeletethe cost of knowing
paid in laughter tears and joy
long winter awaits
Thank you BW. And your words, prophetic?
DeleteThe form drew me in - the repetition throughout is so cohesive and tight - really liked this.
ReplyDeleteI have tried this form over the last four five years. And I enjoy it tremendously. But it requires work.
DeleteThese all are brilliant. I really like this very unique thought: Seasons....captured by flights of stairs - so very true! Always great to read your words.
ReplyDeleteYou know Mary, because of the poetry blogosphere, we push ourselves a little bit more. Don't you think?
Deletethey're all so emotion-loaded and beautiful - the last one though - the last one made me breathe really deep...
ReplyDeleteI am glad, Claudia. Because that was the hardest to do.
DeleteThis is absolutely stunning.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
DeleteBeautiful, Ninot...
ReplyDeleteSeasons as chapters, yes. Very much the same, passing with various shades and textures. And "labeled proper" is a brilliant thought and turn of phrase! Very nicely done. Amy
ReplyDeleteI particularly liked your haibun, a genre I am quite passionate about
ReplyDeleteNinot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteThe haibun is perfect! One gets goaded into activity that place time in tight compartments more so in the 4 seasons. One is more carefree in other regions. Very aptly reflected on. Great!
Hank
Beautiful write and so much truth there.
ReplyDelete'seasons, past chapters
measured by flight of stairs,
increasingly painful'
(this resonates)
Anna :o]
Ah.. yes.. the struggle of life is not ending..
ReplyDeleteit always is beginning and never ending..
and that is light.. as struggle makes
for strong and sleep with peace..
wHere dark is light..:)