Written for dVerse where we are asked to celebrate
the arrival of spring by writing a haibun
that alludes to the first [cherry] blossoms [hatsu hana]
It was five, maybe six years ago ā¦. Iāve forgotten ā¦. but it was April, that much Iām sure of because the legion of cherry trees dotting the shimmering green lawn surrounding the hospital was starting to bloom. That was the Spring I almost died from pneumonia. Funny, I canāt recall the year but I remember one particular bud on the cherry tree which I could see very clearly through my hospital room window. As I became sicker with each passing day, the bud thrived, almost as if I was giving it my life force. The day the pink and white blossom fully opened was the day my fever broke.
pink bud unfurling
branches reaching for the sun
life resurrected
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This is Perez Prado with āCherry Pink And Apple Blossom Whiteā
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Wonderful haibun Nance! Pneumonia is definitely an illness that is very serious! I’m so glad you survived it! Xx
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Some things cannot be explained, but are wondrous all the same.
Beautiful write.
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Thank you for a very gracious comment!
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You are welcome.
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Hospital in springtime…great song..listened to twice…
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Perez Prado had it going on!
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He had the beat!
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What a heartwarming story, and how lovely to be thanked with bloom by the cherry tree when the fever broke
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Thank you for your delightful comment Bjƶrn. I am most appreciative.
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Moved in every possible way. Thank you, writer Nancy. From great adversity the most beautiful art is born. š©·
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Most gracious, as always, Michele. I am touched by your words.
Thank you. šø ā”
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holy friggin’ shamoley, Nancy… I’m glad you overcame that! ā¤
~David
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Pneumonia: An Ovi
Pneumonia is no joke
The doctors like to poke
So take a nice long toke
Holy friggin’ shamoley
~ Nancyāā”
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My dad died of it… but that’s because his immune system was compromised by blood cancer.
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Well, now I feel rather foolish for writing a silly ovi.
So incredibly sorry for your loss, David. ā”
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oh, don’t feel foolish – that’s totally okay! it was a very good ovi! ā¤
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You are most kind, David. ā¤ļø
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Thank you, dearest David ā¤ļø
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touching your words and heartwarming too…well wished, Nancy šš«š·
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So very much appreciated, Destiny. Thank you! šø
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pleasure š¤
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Lovely, my dear friend!
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Merci beaucoup cher ami! ā”
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A pleasure š
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A touching tale and a fitting verse. Nice.
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Thank you, dear Keith. Nice is nice. š
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So good! Happy you are here!ā¤ļøšš»
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Thank you, ‘Sweet Melissa’.
I second that emotion! š©·
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That was absolutely beautifully done, Nancy!āLove this so much.
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Most people associate the lily with new life; for me it will always be the cherry tree. We now have one on our front lawn which I can see from the bedroom window.
Thanks so much, Dale. Whenever I write a haibun I think of you. š
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I love that. I don’t associate the lily with anything (not my favourite flower, to boot). New life could also be lilacs but I love that you choose the cherry tree. And lucky you!
Awwww… I am touched š
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Lilys do nothing for me. I associate them with funeral homes. Lilacs, on the other hand, are ambrosia.
You were a very patient tutor. š
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Same! I can’t stand them! And they stink, to boot. Lilacs… Mmmmm.
Ya done good. This one, in particular, is sublime.
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A very poignant story Nancy.
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Those near-death experiences bring that out in people. I’m glad I’m here to tell my story!
Many thanks, Sadje. šø
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I agree. When we are on that thin line, the value of life increases many folds. Youāre welcome.
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well done that’s a perfect Haibun… And a beautiful true story š
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Thank you, dear Willow. š©·
I always knew some day I’d write about that tree.
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Wow that story really adds meaning to the last line of the poem. Pneumonia is no fun, glad you’re okay.
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The only fun section of a hospital is the maternity ward and I was definitely not there!
Thank you, Sweets; I’m very glad I’m ok, too. šø
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Sometimes the wait’ll killya, eh?
Perfectly told tale, Sister. Thanks
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For sure, brother! Thank you.
As the song goes:
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