Season of Reflection






haiku

a thousand days
without face or reflection
sense of self diminished


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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

to live is to be thrust into the sunlight, crying - 
and to leave in the glow of moonlight, sleeping.


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22 comments:

  1. 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.

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    1. Thanks 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.

      So I asked myself, do we really need mirrors to believe in ourself?

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  2. I admire the seasons of reflection in the haiku, haibun & quotation ~ This line gives me pause:

    We face the reflection that shows us truth

    Hope you are well, smiles ~

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    1. 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.

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  3. Time...measured in the flight of the butterfly....how brief our time is, but how beautiful. Hayes Spencer is kanzensakura.

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  4. outstanding words.... a fine set.

    the cost of knowing
    paid in laughter tears and joy
    long winter awaits


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  5. The form drew me in - the repetition throughout is so cohesive and tight - really liked this.

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    1. I have tried this form over the last four five years. And I enjoy it tremendously. But it requires work.

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  6. These 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.

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    1. You know Mary, because of the poetry blogosphere, we push ourselves a little bit more. Don't you think?

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  7. they're all so emotion-loaded and beautiful - the last one though - the last one made me breathe really deep...

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    1. I am glad, Claudia. Because that was the hardest to do.

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  8. Seasons 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

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  9. I particularly liked your haibun, a genre I am quite passionate about

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  10. Ninot Ma'am,
    The 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

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  11. Beautiful write and so much truth there.
    'seasons, past chapters
    measured by flight of stairs,
    increasingly painful'
    (this resonates)
    Anna :o]

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  12. Ah.. yes.. the struggle of life is not ending..
    it always is beginning and never ending..
    and that is light.. as struggle makes
    for strong and sleep with peace..
    wHere dark is light..:)

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