HAIBUN | IN A BLINK

Photo courtesy of Gabriella


Where have all the people disappeared to? Do we say hello to one another down the street? Does Friday appear almost as soon as Monday is here? The weekend passes by in a blink...

brisk summer walks
business as usual
city is alive and aware

How have all my friends been doing? Do we still write emails and letters  to each other? Does December appear almost as soon as soon as January arrives? The months pass by in a blink...

autumn to autumn
rivers flow as they should
to sea without hesitation

When did all the children go silent? Do we hear their laughter ringing in the street? Does winter appear as soon as summer is over? The seasons pass by in a blink...

snowflakes fall
all sleep even as the wind howls
the earth renews itself

Why are all the babies announcements unfamilliar? Did we attend our best friends' baby showers this year? Does Christmas appear almost as soon as we celebrate New Year? The year passes by in a blink...

a lone sprig grows
spring brings hope and false
security is so fleeting

Where is that mountain over yonder? Did I miss the horizon while the city grew taller? Did a concrete jungle  appear over busy years? Did the decades pass us by in a blink...

summer is relentless
like the morning glory
a kingdom to climb


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because Gabriella is calling haibun
and winter is over




River dreams



step into my dream
it meanders like a never-ending river

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the river of my youth is a rock
it anchors me to my childhood

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there is a place
where the clouds are mirrored
in flowing water

crocodiles lurk
but do not attack

floating islands invite play

riverbanks merely 
a gateway to secrets below the water

there is a place
where bamboo reeds are growing
reaching to the sky


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Childhood

 
 
train rides south
mum missing dad
oblivious, we only enjoy
our moving playground
measured independence
 
childhood moments

murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape

childhood read
 
 
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for dversepoets
 
Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him.
 
The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South.
 
At least I thought so.


the philosophy of abstaining



fast, to appreciate hunger
compassion for your fellow mankind
food plays with the senses

delectable

abstain from your deepest desires
and your existence will
be pure pleasure

delicious

take a vow of silence
you will find words
too precious

distinctive

disappear from the online world
for awhile, you will see clearly
the best of the best

dverse

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today I celebrate Eid, after a month of fasting. And our dear Brian, is back within our fold after many months of staying away. hence, the above poem.


Words




lover of the night
folding poems 
in a blanket of stars

daughters of the sun
drinking legends
for breakfast and tea

mother earth
milking passion
dreams on the milky way

passion legends poems
daughters mother lover 

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words by ninotaziz
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