Joyfully sipping the picture with eyes, absorbing the blueness of the skies, I sit, humbly and quietly. Gazing into the distance, and then, in the tree crown towering above my yard. The gate is a portal leading to anotherness, a guard keeping our bliss within. High in the sky, birds fly their happy flights. Birds in the tree chirp lulling me into soft euphory.
Blue and blissful sky
Trees – the home for sweet songs
Blossom petals floating.
I’m not even sure what I did is haibun by all its rules. But it was great fun trying to do this, and this has been my first attempt at this form. Check the original prompt at the Poetic Bloomings blog and see what you can do with the prompt. Also, there are other very nice poems there to read.
Today, one of my favourite prompt sites published an interesting topic. You can read more in the process notes below my attempt at a poem. In fact, the notes are the comment I left on Marie Elena and Wolt’s site.
The long road wound to a stop into this garden
Where the fairy house still stands.
I can see white curtains in the windows,
smoke rolls playful from the chimney,
Sage drying under the eaves.
A place to see and to believe.
To think I had been away for what feels like forever, and I come to one of my favourite poetry communities in this particular moment! I remember when it started, in the spring of 2011. Marie Elena and Wolt were already in creative cooperation on Across Lake Eerie (forgive me if I mistake the title), and this space appeared on those creative grounds. I was in a particularly sunny place in my life and universe back then. I “poem-ed” happily away, day in day out. Recently, I woke up to the idea I should come back. My problem is I haven’t used English for a long time, and haven’t written any poems, in whatever language, so I step on shaky feet towards embracing this idea.
When I visited the website a couple of days ago and saw you still post regular prompts, I felt warmth, almost like coming home from a hostile and tiresome journey. Now, that I read the opening sentence of this post, well, honestly, I’m not sure what to say.
So, I’ll say Hi and happy to see you, Marie Elena and Wolt. I hope you remember me ?
And so that you can enjoy the wonderful work the two of them have been doing for over a decade, please visit their blog. The experience will be enriching, inspiring and lovely.
Going with my fingers through your greasy hair, I remembered how much I wanted to touch you in spring how much I desired your lips in the rainy afternoons while walking to my private composition lessons.
Seeing the hellish grin on your new girlfriend’s face, I felt as if a thin blade went through my body literally, very thin and very cold at the same time burning me with shame and filthy disgust.
The moment of waking ignited my rage very short-lived rage which died in indifference Because the waking was real.
First, some process notes. There is an advertisement campaign going on at the moment, appealing to us to “collect our happiness in three designer’s glasses”. The idea that happiness can be contained in three glasses only seemed funny. Then, I found this amazing glass made by a Belgrad-based designer and really decided to show it.
Measure it in three glasses. Pour it out and drink it chilled.
I will need buckets to take all the stuff I’ve considered my happiness.
I will surely refuse to count the vessels and the volume units of what I’ve thought my happiness.
Let us continue poeming as the last minutes of Day 3 ticked away before I could post this. Here is my Third 3rd prompt for the day. It comes fromPoetic Asides – apologetic or non-apologetic poem. I’m sorry or not.