Today I am the prompter at dVerse for Haibun Monday. I am asking people to write short one paragraph haibun on the subject of the day sky. Come join us!
Haibun Monday: The Sky IS the Limit
Blue Sky
I don’t remember, but my parents say one of the first words in my baby vocabulary was “boo” as I pointed a pudgy finger up at the sky…”boo”, I’d say solemnly. And all these years later, I still love the perfection of the timeless sky. I especially remember the first time we made love, outside under the shadow of ancient trees. I looked up over your shoulder and beheld a magnificent sky of brightest blue with pale wisps of white clouds encased by the trees – natsu sora…summer sky. And later, as you collapsed against me, I looked into your eyes at the reflected blue sky. And I thought I would die of happiness suspended between your eyes and the sky. In sleepy afterglow I giggled “boo”. You didn’t understand then until I told you later about the “boo” and you laughed at me and how I loved you both – you and the timeless sky.
serene summer sky –
birds nap in hidden nests as
hawks drift overhead

copyright kanzensakura
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:18:24
What a lovely romantic story, Toni! Sounds like your parents adored you.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:45:41
I was the only one and a cute, chubby, smiley baby who rarely cried, rather intrepid and moving forward, always looking about at wonders. Sort of like I am now, 🙂
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Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:06:42
Lucky for your parents. I have three of those and one pretty intense rascally troublemaker – more like me 🙂
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:27:21
love how you tell a story of joy, but hint that all might not remain so joyful…just like your haiku starts with the peace of birds in their nests, but gives the warning of hawks hunting above
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:48:53
And this is true. We’ve gone through some bad, tough, sad times together. The loss of his father, me with cancer, him losing a job unexpectedly, us finally getting on the path to finacial up rather than as down, his having to have several surgeries on one of his eyes. But we always stick together and encourage each other, and love one another.
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Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:59:33
And as an addendum, it can also allude to how outside forces try to intrude but we remain safe and hidden from them, how we continue to love in the safety of our own “nest”.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:34:02
As all memories they are almost too filled with that exhilarating joy… but as Bryan says there is something (maybe that hawk) that says all will not remain so… the connection between the boo is great though
Aug 22, 2016 @ 14:50:57
If you read my reply to Brayn, you will see that we have been beset with outside problems but never internal. We love each other with joyous love still, in spite of outside forces.
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Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:27:07
“…suspended between your eyes and the sky…” Such a beautiful statement!
Love this prompt, Toni! 🙂
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:30:56
I am so glad you do!! I thought it would be a lovely prompt as well and bring up all kinds of memories and feelings.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:40:20
What a lovely story, such a beautiful memory. Your haiku reminds me that love is about offering and receiving a place of safety, even when there is danger all around. Your prose creates a beautiful circle from ‘boo’ to ‘boo’. Bootiful…
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:47:12
Thank you. It is indeed about offering that safe place and receiving it in return. And Sarah, I can’t link to your haibun via the link in Mr. Linky. It says the link cannot be found!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:49:29
Ah, I think I linked and forgot to publish. I’ll check it out just now.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:55:11
Good! I’m glad this reached you in a timely manner.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 16:26:56
Yes, thank you for noticing!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 15:41:06
So beautiful and romantic. Love this haibun love story!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 16:26:04
Thank you so very much.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 17:01:09
I love the way you’ve linked together a childhood memory with an adult one, Toni, a lovely mixture of innocence and romance, and that image of you as a solemn baby saying ‘boo’! You’ve linked the prose and the haiku seamlessly.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 18:56:58
Thank you Kim. I am most thankful for these kind remarks. And I still point my finger and go “boo” at the sky. Some things just never leave us.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 17:32:38
a magnificent sky of brightest blue with pale wisps of white clouds encased by the trees… sigh.. this is so beautiful!! ❤ Love this haibun 😀
Aug 22, 2016 @ 18:56:07
Thank you Sanaa!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 19:58:07
How marvelous to be aware of the sky so young! Lovely.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 20:22:59
Romance with a bit of humor. Well done.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 22:45:09
Perfection – in the photo, the prose, and that beautiful haiku!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 23:58:52
Than you Rosemary!
Aug 22, 2016 @ 22:58:49
Such a lovely haibun memory; laced with equal parts joy & alacrity. Sometimes, being fairly new to haiku & senryu, I’m amazed at their power, their ability to stand alone, yet tie the prose together; turned into a haibun poet for sure, with lots of my own unique styling before the haiku finish.
Aug 22, 2016 @ 23:58:35
They do indeed have a power. They say in a very few words the condition of human and nature, sacred and the temporal. After all these years, they still amaze and make my heart stop, oftentimes. I am still learning haiku, still working on my craft with them. You can’t be lazy or casual when writing haiku, you have to be strict and yet, open to the all the possibilities of mujo, of the impermanence of the situation. I truly love writing them.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 00:26:05
Lovely story! ❤
Aug 23, 2016 @ 08:27:45
“how I loved you both – you and the timeless sky.” Beautiful memory and love story
Aug 23, 2016 @ 11:29:32
Boo, caught my eye then naturally your beautiful time capsule. My dad called me boo/booty from a very early age and it still applies…evolving to lubesh by one of my four brothers. My dad died last year and I miss the sound of it.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 11:51:33
Thank you for your kind comment. My papa always called me sis. He died 30 years ago and I still miss the sound of it. I am sorry to hear of your father’s death.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 13:32:51
Thank you for those words, and yes time becomes meaningless and beside the point really.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 12:23:10
Great. 🙂 I love the tension in the haiku.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 14:58:02
The haiku hints of something dangerous lurking even in the most perfect of days. That was an intriguing wrap up to a lovely memory.
Aug 23, 2016 @ 16:02:32
Oh wow, this is so, so romantic. Both the story of your first time (outdoors, so very, very classy!) and the nature itself. And ‘boo’ – how cute!
Aug 24, 2016 @ 02:39:57
Such a romantic and enticing haibun…!
Aug 24, 2016 @ 06:55:49
dare I say ‘bootiful’ the way you held child and woman together under natsu sora. How striking the contrast of napping birds with what nemesis flies above
p.s. belatedly joining as life gets in the way sometimes
Aug 24, 2016 @ 08:36:23
Yes, life does get in the way sometimes! And yet, part of our love for each other includes providing that safe place for the other.
Aug 24, 2016 @ 18:59:33
I love your tender depiction such as this, Toni! It is as if you are peeling back a layer of your soul to share with the world the true magnificence that resides there. Thank you for your sharing heart!
Aug 24, 2016 @ 19:17:09
Thank you Walter. Haibun after all about truth and about the poetic along with the prose. I try to do all of them rather than just a factual write. I love the Japanese forms dearly.
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Aug 26, 2016 @ 06:45:08
Toni, this made me smile and smile. So sweet and so beautiful.
Aug 26, 2016 @ 11:26:36
I am so glad!