Haibun: No Ko Me

Today Victoria is prompting us for the Monday Haibun.  A haibun is a Japanese poetic form mixing prose and haiku.  It must be true and is usually written in the first person.  Today her prompt is:  No Ko Me—Tree Buds or something pending.  Come join us for this beautiful and seasonal prompt.

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No Ko Me
My ex-lover and I always marked the changing seasons as the Japanese do; but he was Japanese so there you go. As a Southern white girl, I always made note of the seasons, usually by smell: the freshly cut grass of summer, the snow scent of winter, the autumn leaves’ must, and of course, the fresh smell of tender buds of spring. Masashi taught me much more – the tens of thousands of kigo relating to the changing seasons and about mujo – change.

Around mid-February we would inspect the trees and shrubs on our property seeking out the most infinitesimal of growing buds which sprinkled the branches like individual dark red snowflakes. We knew that first spring was soon to be here. The buds would grow bigger until they would burst forth into bloom. A flower here, there, and soon second spring there would be flowers everywhere.

I would delicately touch the tree buds or gently kiss them soothing their pain. He told me the buds felt pain at growing large and then giving birth to flowers and leaves just as a woman felt pain at giving birth. In the rain I would imagine the buds weeping with pain but then the joy when the flower would unfold. I would stand beneath our cherry trees as the petals would fall to the ground – children that only lived for a day.

pain of tree buds
birthing into flowers –
petals fall – drops of blood

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dVerse Poets: Quadrille

Today De is hosting the pub at dVerse for Quadrille Monday. Her word is “bounce”. Or bouncer, bouncing, bounced, etc. A Quadrille must have exactly 44 words (excluding the title) and the word for the day. I had heard through the years of frozen soap bubbles. I was intrigued. It is 18F today down here in the Sunny South. So I blew soap bubbles. I was so intrigued I did not take pictures. The bubbles were so fragile they only lasted a few second before they shattered anyway. This is also posted on Real Toads In Imaginary Gardens for its Tuesday Platform.

Frozen Bubbles
Sitting on my back steps
blowing bubbles –
It is 18F degrees –
The bubbles freeze.
They lift off my blower –
They float –
and…freeze.
No bouncing on the grass,
no lifting their way to heaven.
a few seconds before they shatter.
Ephemeral beauty – fragile – gone!

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dVerse: Snow Fell

for dVerse Poets Pub

Snow Fell
snow fell –
covered the ground in dry white drifts.
snow fell
next morning footprints in the snow.
snow fell –
snow fell

……snow…fell…………………….

snow

fell…

…snow…

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