Haibun: Bitter Kisses

For Sherry’s prompt over at Real Toads, Homecoming.  We are to write about the nostalgia of lost faces, lost loves, gone places.  She offers up one of my favorite songs by the Beatles. I am using it for my haibun here.  As the new usual I am writing in the old abbreviated form of the original haibun by Basho.  this one is rather long – 98 words.

Bitter Kisses
When I was a child I pulled green blades of a daffodil still wet with rain. I wanted to see how it tasted. I placed the green blade between my lips – slowly pulling using my tongue to feel the sharp edge of the bitter green blade.  Years later after kendo, my lover and I stood in the rain and kissed. He had daffodil lips. I drank in their cool wetness and my tongue probed the sharp edges of his teeth and the slightly bitter taste of his lips.

hot kisses –
bitter daffodils –
love withered away

Haibun: Light overcomes darkness

For Frank’s Haikai Challenge number 63 – Habukah or Advent. Both start on the same day. I am lighting my first candle for Chanukah tonight. I will also be driving past the Hassidic Chabad temple to see the first candle lit there as well as subsequent lights – a public lighting proclaiming love and miracles for the world. This haibun is in the abbreviated style of the original created by Basho. This haibun has 76 words, less than 100.

Light Overcomes Darkness
The shamash or the attendant candle lights the other eight candles during Chanuka. The time of the festival of lights shows us the miracle of the oil lasting in the temple for eight days. Every night I will drive past the Hassidic Chabad to see one more candle lit, blazing for the world to see. In spite of hatred, shootings, gassings, genocide, the lights shine forth.
eight candles blazing
in the winter’s cold night –
light overcomes hate

The Ugly Hat

For Kerry’s Camera Flash at Real Toads. We are presented with a photo of Jessie Tarbox Beals, on of the first women photojournalists.

The Ugly Hat
Yes I know my hat looks like a cat
all covered with white fuzz.
But I love taking photos of cats.
Mainly long haired beauties of the rich.
I took over 80 photos of cats.
I don’t care for them but they are good subjects.
As long as they behave.
I get well paid for taking photos of cats.
I also get paid well for taking photos
Of shops and tea rooms in Greenwich village.
I am not much of a photojournalist
and the photos of the shops
all have these cutesy little poems at the bottom –
You can find laces and a whole more
At Tom’s Odds and Ends Variety Store!
Not much of a photojournalist
But I am prolific!
Eighty photos of cats –
just like my ugly hat.

Jessie Tarbox Beals
Early woman photojournalist 1904

Rainy Woods

For Kim’s prompt on Real Toads, seizing the day, getting it down.  She gives us three poems. This is the one that inspired me:
And the days are not full enough
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass. by Ezra Pound

Rainy Woods
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.” Langston Hughes

Stepping into rain
the walk leads past autumn woods –
the only sound is the rain tapping on the fallen leaves.
Off to the left a fox runs, tail down.
I stand and watch the rain dripping from the leaves
then I continue on my walk,
breathing in the scents of rain and rotting leaves.

Cherry Blossom Snow – sakura no yuki

For Anmol’s prompt over at dVerse – relationships and sensuality.  This is an “extreme” haibun being less that 65 words.  Actually, all haibun need to be short as in the original.  Haibun are true accountings ended with a seasonal haiku. Also posted on Real Toads Tuesday Platform.

Cherry Blossom Snow
“The heart was made to be broken.” Oscar Wilde

He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, like an ancient Samurai. I fell in love at first sight. I was plain and short yet somehow, he fell in love with me. Long years of intense love and then, he returned to Japan. My heart broke.
cherry blossoms
fell like snow in the spring
caressing my skin goodbye

Haibun: Golden Leaves

For Quadrille Monday at dVerse.  A poem in any form of exactly 44 words using the prompted word which Lillian has given us:  spoil or a variant of spoil, not a synonym.

Golden Leaves
“The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent.” Anthony Bourdain

Our woods are filled with golden trees – poplar, oak, hickory. The leaves begin to fall covering the road, spoiling the view of the blacktop. Spicy smells scent the air.
gold leaves swirl to earth –
squirrels hunt for hidden nuts –
hawks watch them with care

copyright kanzensakura

Peaceful Leonids

For Sherry’s Prompt at Real Toads, Wordy Saturday, places of healing.

 

Peaceful Leonids
Lying in the darkness in the cold night
Wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt,
I watch the Leonids weaving light in the black sky
singing their way to earth.
Peace coming up from the earth
And down from the sky.
I watch the meteors bursting into light
And I am healed.

leonids November 2018

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