Haibun Monday – Yum!

This is Haibun Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub.  I am prompting people to write about one of the best meals they ever had.  Come join us for some good eats!
Down By the River
I remember once when I was 10, my father took me fishing. Through Durham flows the beautiful Eno river. Papa had a place picked out for fishing. It was right before one of the several cascades of white water along the river. We scrambled down rocks and jumped over streams until we came to “The Spot”. My father took several cokes out of the basket I was carrying and nestled them into the rocks at the edge of the river. I knew in the basket were also a couple of bologna sandwiches, a small bag of corn chips, and a couple of Hershey bars. We sat in companionable silence and fished. Time passed slowly and I began to nod. Suddenly my pole began to twitch and I jerked awake, just in time to pull up the large trout. It was a triumphant moment.

It was almost noon and my father decided it was time for lunch. We pulled the cokes up out of the river and I unwrapped the sandwiches. I washed my hands in the river and dried them on the back of my shorts. My father and I gobbled up the sandwiches, chips, and Hershey bars and drank our cokes, cold from the river water. I haven’t eaten bologna since then but that day, the sandwiches were sheer delights, wonders of modern cuisine. We sat there for several hours and finally decided to call it a day. The trout was swimming in his water basket and Papa decided to let him go. I was glad he did. I had been feeding it bits of leftover bread and had formed a tenuous friendship with it. It was the only fish we caught that day. My father packed up all the trash and wound the lines tight. We clambered back over the rocks to our car and then drove home. I told my mother what we had had for lunch and she smiled. “I remember a similar lunch he packed for us while we were dating and we went fishing on the Eno.”

melted butter sun
dapples river and trees – the
river runs silent

 

public domain photo Eno River Org

 

 

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday #2

Another entry for Haibun Monday: The best things in life are free.

The snow melted from the ground. Underneath were thousands of tiny blue flowers blooming. I am sure they must be kin to the forget-me-not but these are so very tiny and perfect. There were even a few violas mixed in with them. The grass had that curious flat appearance from being crushed under the snow which made these little flowers stand up even more so. The Japanese have a word – sumire- voice of jewels. Imagine! If jewels could sing, it would be with the soft sure voice of these tiny flowers. Blue as the sky above them they shine in the grass as if they were in a jewel box of new grass and old leaves.  Free for the taking, free for their sharing of beauty, free little flowers singing with joy at this gorgeous day.

the small shining things
of spring sing with the voices
of hidden jewels

copyright Kanzensakura

copyright Kanzensakura

 

Haibun Monday #23

Today Bjorn wants us to write haibun about city scapes. I escaped from the city years ago…thank God!  So here is my take on the prompt.  He wants us to write a contemporty haibun and poetry ending full of grit.  Well, I can’t write a “contemporary haibun” or American sentence ending (no such thing in my book).  Hope it works.  It is also still a traditional haibun with a traditional haiku, non-fiction.  Haibun Monday # 23 – contemporary cityscape

Trees like skyscrapers

I walk down our lane, the rich warm smell of sunshine and leaves around me. Like skyscrapers the trees reach up to heaven. At night I can look up and see the movie full moon and the opera lights of a million twinkling lights. With no regrets I left the city behind. No alleys smelling of rank garbage and piss. No crowds, no shops constantly hawking their stuff, no barrage of the homeless, no vacant lots filled with the ever blowing newspapers and garbage, the listless spoiled youth, the constantly seeking searching purveyors of opera, plays, music, other bodies, entertainment. no flood of cars, buses, trains. I have all I need here and more. Take your city – enjoy the noise and clamor and bad air.
October comes -peaceful
and full of life – my violin
sings into the day.

dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday – Night Sky

Today I am the pubtender over at dVerse Poet’s Pub and it is Haibun Monday!  Today we will be writing about the night sky – watching the stars, meteor showers, making love under the night sky, the creatures of the night under the sky, dreams of the night sky, how it affects us – in other words, the night sky!  We’ve written about the day sky, the moon, and now we are writing about the night sky.  I hope you all will enjoy and will take the time to travel over to dVerse Poets Pub for some most excellent reading.  A haibun is a non-fiction prosimetric form based on the original works of Basho and his travelogue, Road to the Northwest.  It is usually a short paragraph or two ended with a real haiku (not just a 5-7-5 or Americanized sentences).  They can be varied and so very interesting.  The Pub opens today at 3:00 pm EST. https://dversepoets.com/2016/09/05/twinkle-twinkle/

Bathing in a Meteor Shower
It was almost 35 years to the day since I had been in the Mojave Desert gazing up at the night sky watching the Perseid meteor showers. Now here I was lying in my lawn chair looking up at the night sky, gazing and waiting for the showers to come. They were supposed to be at their peak tonight between 1:00 and 4:00 a.m. I had been sitting in the lawn chair for about an hour and my eyes were fully adjusted to the night. Around me the hot summer night hummed and thrummed with the sound of insects and the peeping of tree frogs and the bwaaaaaamp of the the larger frogs. I noticed a delicate clucking sound coming from the large oak tree at the base of our property – the family of owls were awake and ready to start on their nightly hunts for food. A high pitched squeaking let me know the bats were out and about with their nightly insect eating activities. How different from the extreme silence of the Mojave!

I patiently lay there looking up. Distant gray clouds ghosted against the black sky reminding me that the clouds were always out, anytime of day. The sky was clear, black, and full of stars. I saw the first meteor streak towards the line of the horizon. A few moments, another flash. And then – one after the other, meteors were flashing and falling several at once every few seconds. I was excited and sat up straighter so I could better watch the display. After a couple of hours, the display died down. I was amazed that a meteor the size of a grain of sand could create such a display. I was always amazed at how the debris from the Swift-Tuttle Comet could cause such zinging about of light and how this year, 35 years later, it was again a peak showing of the Perseids. In the 35 years since I had last viewed this display, I had loved and lost an incredible Samurai lover, changed my vocation, and gotten married to a man as amazing as the spectacular meteor showers I was once again watching. I smiled in the darkness. Life was good. Life was amazing.

from the vast ocean
of the summer sky – bits of
sand lit the night sky.

free public domain NASA photo Perseid meteor showers

free public domain NASA photo Perseid meteor showers

Haibun Monday: Killer Heat

Today I am the host/pub tender for dVerse Poets Pub and it is Haibun Monday. The topic for poets to write haibun about is heat: horrible heat, falling in love in the hot summer, getting married, divorced, fired. The haibun can be sad or heavy in tone or light. So come and visit us at dVerse for this Hot Hot Hot Edition. Haibun are not flash fiction or fiction but true accounts.

Killer Heat
Sunday Night: It is midnight and still the temperature is in the high 90’s. When I walk outside, the heat grabs me and sucks the air from my lungs. The air is close and hostile. I go back into the house. No gazing at the stars tonight. It’s too darn hot. In our city, four people have died from the heat. Cooling centers have been opened for those elderly or poor who do not have air conditioning. They can sit in the cool from 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. But then it is back to their hellishly hot homes. Monday at 6:00 am, the temperature is already at 95F. I shower and head to the Feedmore food kitchen to start help putting together breakfast for Meals on Wheels and for various program leaders to pick up for feeding programs for out of school children who will not be getting the meals they normally get during the school year. With the meals for the Meals on Wheels program, two extra bottles of icy water are packed so the elderly or disabled will have some necessary hydration that is cold and refreshing.

By 9:00 am, the meals for all programs have been made, distributed, and cleaned up. Now it is time to begin on lunch. Sweat rolls under my clothes in the hot kitchen. We all wear tee shirts and have bandannas to keep the sweat at bay. But none of us falter. We laugh and complain about the heat and make up jokes or songs to cheer us while we work. It’s so hot, the life span of a popsicle is 10 seconds…it is so hot, trees are looking for shade. Heat Dome the meteorologists say about the heat that covers parts of our nation. On the noon news, another death from heat: a young healthy construction worker. Hunger and heat stretch in front of us like a highway from hell.
heat has no mercy –
it murders the young and old
and does not care.

Haibun Monday #16

Hello. I am the host for Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets and today, the subject is: Quotidian. Quotidian means daily, things that happen daily or things that we use daily: commute to work, underwear, our first cup of coffee, meals – quotidian! Come and join us over at dVerse for Haibun about daily things.

Herbs
The herbs. Plain and simple, everyday – the herbs. I go to my garden and cut chives, parsley, some sprigs of thyme, maybe cilantro, marjoram, and always mint. Mint for the tea or lemonade. I have forgotten what kind it is. I just know it is mint. Fresh and cool smelling, a leaf to chew on, a sprig in my hot tea, several sprigs in the iced tea. When I go to visit someone, I always take them a nosegay of herbs tied with a piece of long grass. And chief among the herbs is…mint. Mint is the herb of Virtue. Bay is glory, basil good wishes, thyme is courage, oregano is substance, sage is wisdom, chives is usefulness, rosemary is remembrance. The herbs make me happy and when they are given to a friend, they impart some of that same happiness. Sometimes I include a recipe for the use of a specific herb in the group. Herbs have been part of my daily life for years. I don’t see them becoming not a part of my life any time soon. So lean over here and take a sniff of this herb nosegay. Let your dreams become part of their fragrance.

sweet smells of summer –
herbs delight the heart and mind =
grace for all who taste

public domain image

public domain image

d’Verse Poetics: Haibun Monday – 明帆 Red Blade

Today is the start of an exciting new feature at d’Verse Poetics: Haibun Monday! This is an excellent opportunity for those of you who enjoy this form or want to learn more. Bjorn, our fearless leader, and Hamish Gunn (guest blogger) will be doing these features. Please come visit us.

I am basing my haibun today on a haiku I wrote sometime ago and the photo accompanying it. I hope you all will come to visit, join in on the conversation, read, comment, and link to us. The Mr. Linky will be up all week so this will give you plenty of time.  http://dversepoets.com/2015/09/07/haibun-monday-1/

明帆 Red Blade
In elusive ways, you could tell the seasons were changing. A few leaves had turned yellow and dropped from lush green trees, tomatoes in the garden were becoming fewer in number and smaller in size, scuppernongs were slowly turning from jade green to topaz gold – no longer bitter hard marbles but getting sweeter. They almost had a fragrance to them – rich, winey, drowsy in their sensual appeal. In a very few weeks, they will be a deep golden and full of juice; a bite into them will pop the fruit and juice from their thick skin into one’s eagerly waiting mouth. The bright green of the forsythia bush in the corner has begun to pale. Among the green fronds, one upright stem has turned bright red overnight.

Today the condensation was thick on the car – a drenching dew glazed the grass and soaked the hem of my hakama as I made my way to my place under the ancient oak in my back yard. Breathing in and out, deeply, slowly, I calmed myself and opened myself to the morning. Newly mown grass, scent of bacon from my neighbor’s kitchen, finches twittering at their feeder, an oak leaf slowly drifting down to land at my feet. I close my eyes and draw my katana slowly from its saya. I will go through all forms before returning it and then will sit on my porch to go through the ritual of cleaning and oiling. Only moderate sweat on my skin today as opposed to saturating oily sweat of last month. Autumn – I feel it inside my soul. Autumn is coming.

red blade of autumn
cuts through green summer leaves –
It is time, it says.

 

copyright kanzen sakura

copyright kanzen sakura

 

***明帆  akiho – means red blade of a plant.

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