One day he greeted me by taking me hushingly by the hand and pulling me outside, where we both stood to breathe deeply with a multitude of crows. Years later, hosts of all sizes bring him back to life, back home, back to the living, back to me.
sparkling in the dusky sky
geese overhead
This is my response to this post from @hive-161465, The Blockchain Poets Community. A haibun was requested, and a haibun it is. It's been so long since I wrote one of these, or even a haiku! Thank you @moeknows for making the request, and to those of you who have read it.
That’s wonderful!
Oh my I thought of you when I posted this! Where have you been?! I miss your poems.
I just fell out of a posting routine. It happens easily enough. I’m still writing short poems, though. One of these days I’ll get around to sharing them here.
Happy Holidays to you.
Quite beautiful...quite moving.
That's like a thousand words, and a picture, in just three words.
I love the Haibun (as a form). New to me.
Why thank you! I am happiest with those three words myself. Made up words say what official words can't.
I love writing haibun, which for me are haiku with jumpstarts. I have to be careful not to tell too much in the prose section, but enough to produce revelations in the very few words of the poem.
Beautiful!
Thanks! I'm happy with it.
What an interesting literary device. I hadn't heard of a haibun before. You've created a wonderful winter scene full of longing, beauty, and bittersweetness.
I love writing haibun, there's a lot you can do with them. Thanks for stopping by!
I have never heard of a haibun! Now I get to go see what it is. I have read many a haiku, so that I am familiar with.
I enjoyed reading what you wrote.
Thanks. I love the form. It's much more difficult than one would think. A little story to preface a micro poem. Can be very powerful!
Nature becomes the keeper of memory—wings cutting through the dusk,
sky breathing what the heart cannot say.
In birds and fading light,
love waits, grief softens,
and time gently returns what was once lost.
Thanks for sharing this amazing poem, I especially like the birds in your image.
Have a pleasant evening
What a moving union between memory and nature. The crows and geese act as bridges, bringing back to the present that hand that once guided in silence. You manage to make the cold winter sun radiate hope, transforming absence into a constant return across the sky. A cycle of life and memory beautifully captured in your words.