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The In-Between #haibun #haiku

Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze.  A few last leaves flutter down.  A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared.  Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky.  I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.

White rim on last leaf
Dull glow illuminates grey
November dark clouds

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.

Haiku by Sue Vincent for challenge:

clouds cover the moon,
beyond dawn's pale horizon
sun rises unseen

©2020 Sue Vincent


Tomorrow’s Dust #tanka #haibun

I walk along, breathing the frosty late autumn air. Leaves rustle, speaking as they are moved aside by my feet. But then I pause, silencing their death rattle. Is there another sound? I listen. The trees, some still wearing a wispy shroud of yellow, brown and orange, whisper to me. What secrets will they share?

I am told that the adoring crowds had called his name. He had stood, proud, chin up, condemning all who disagreed as sad losers. His followers chanted back his very words. Is the wind echoing these throngs? Are the words still alive, speaking to condemn all who he perceived as an enemy?

No. A senseless babble about how in the years too many to count, the span of the life of one man is meaningless is all that I hear. He is silenced now, and the words forgotten. Not even the wind will remember.

Wind whispers through leaves
Does the tree grow on a mound
Its purpose long lost?
The mighty king ruled the land
Now is just forgotten dust

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This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This is week 200! This is a theme week, and the chosen them is The Illusion of Power. My mind went two ways – the graveyard scene in Hamlet on the one hand, and our current politics on the other. Of course, there is also Halloween coming up… Put together with recently read words about hundreds of grave barrows of forgotten kings, well… I chose to write a Haibun with a Tanka at its core.

Hike Along the Cliff’s Edge #haibun

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Photo by Frank J. Tassone

Hike Along the Cliff’s Edge

I walk along the razor’s edge. A misstep would throw me into the deep abyss, or so it would seem.  The choices before me are so important! I walk the narrow path, projecting the unexplored territory ahead in my mind. Will the trail dictate my action or my action dictate my path? 

Ledge in the forest
Rising before men arrived
Here when we are gone

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This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week she asked us to write a Haibun and use the photo at the top, which was provided by Frank J. Tassone.

Warmth #Haibun #Nonet

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Painting by Jim Warren

Warmth

It is a dark and cold November day. The clouds are dragging grey across the dull sky, faded dead leaves litter the ground. Even the fire doesn’t provide warmth. I need something to spark my flame. I need you.

You beckon, drawing me into the bedroom. Beneath the sheets, you cuddled in my arms, I see lovers in the vibrant clouds. The setting sun glints rainbows on the tropical waters with horses dancing in the waves. A warm breeze over the cool, majestic mountains makes me forget the forecast of snow. Waterfalls near and far pulls me more into your allure.

I search you out on a cold dark day
Your agile tongue speaks in my mind
I follow your elegance
Dreaming with open eyes
Bewitched by your tone
Another land
On your pages
A book
You

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This is a double Challenge.

I decided to participate in Sadje’s What Do You See challenge, which she recently started to host.  She provided the painting at the top (Painted by Jim Warren, found on Google) as this week’s prompt.

This was also written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.  This week’s key words are Grace and Style, but only synonyms can be used.  I chose a Haibun with a nonet.

I hope you enjoyed this love poem to books and reading :)

Special Brew #haibun #tanka

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I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:

The leaves are changing
Halloween is almost here
Fix a special treat
Autumn’s dark and deadly brew
Boiled in a witches Cauldron

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This is the first day of the month, so it is poet’s choice of words. This week i did a Haibun with a Tanka.

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Once again I chose one of my drawings. Actually, I picked the drawing first. It is a frame from a video I made as a promo for my first book, The Fireborn. Here is the Video:

(Click here if you don’t see it below)

 

Your Spell on Me #Haibun #tanka #doubletanka

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I feel the power, like a sun behind me.  A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle.  I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.

I step in your trap
That is found behind your eyes
Your bewitching stare
The magic spell that you cast
Makes me rise above the Earth

Is it just your charm?
Perhaps a deeper power
Enthralled by the glance
A thought and I glide above
Your eyes making my heart soar

Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.

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The Film, #haibun #etheree #doubleetheree

Through the portal

The Film

I look into a rose-tint fog and smile at the dancing shadows. A thin, transparent barrier divides me from this place.  I imagine that I step through this wall of celluloid and find you still there, just as you were.  I reach out, but grab only mist.  You aren’t really here, are you?  And neither am I, really.  Is it real, or was it at one time?  Perhaps that color I see has tainted all. The curtain comes down.

Lights
Camera
Memory
Can it be real?
Was it really me?
And was it really you?
In the movie, you loved me
Your eyes glistened in the close-up
The story unfolded on the screen
Your presence stole every scene you were in
That movie played out in a different world
I memorized the script and action
Or that is how it seemed
Was it a work of fiction
A script written by me
Played out in my mind?
Did you love me?
Memory
The past

Dream

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In ways this is part 2 of last week’s poem.

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Film” (yes, the title) and “Remembered” This week I decided to do a haibun with a double etheree.

Shadow Games #tanka #haibun

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Shadow Games

I am going along, getting on with my life.  I hear a voice, stop and look, You are having fun with your favorite diversion, or so it seems.  You behave like you’re in a show, but are acting only for yourself, for you do not see me here.  And then it hits me, and I have to wonder, do I really see you?

I see your shadow
Absorbed into your pastime
I want to join in
I’m not really part of it
I’m on the outside, looking in

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Hobby” and “Play” This week I decided to do a haibun with a tanka.

Return of Warmth – #tanka #haibun

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I turn on the radio and a sappy song comes out, reminding us of the old sayings about the time of year being the time of love. I hum along, but I’m not convinced.  I think of you and the emotion gushes out.  No, it isn’t the new green leaves that do it, it is that special smile.

The voice purrs the song
The season of renewal
Our thoughts turn to love
My heart leaps, croons not for May
The well overflows for you

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Back to the Source – #tanka #haibun

I sit, pen in hand, and stare into the distance. The spring has gone dry and the words have failed to flow. But then an image comes to me. Your image.  There was a time when poems sprang to the page motivated by your eyes and your smile. Can I once more dip in that well, go back to the root and create something new? I lift my pen to the paper and note down a few dragging words.

I pen you a verse
Like one at the beginning
When it was still fresh
Inspired by a thought of you
Source of many silly scrawls

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were “Origin” and “Write” This week I decided to do a  haibun using a tanka as the poem part.

I have missed the last two challenges.  For some reason I just wasn’t inspired and nothing came to mind.