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Category: Haibun
Unpredictable Despair
Written for Living Poetry where
the theme is June Musical Poetry.
Manhattanhenge: June 2026
Written for dVerse Haibun Monday 6/22/26:
First Solstice, hosted by Frank Tassone
From The Other Side
Written for Sadjeβs What Do You See.
Hereβs where the image took me.
A Jelly Jar of Stars
Written for Davidβs Weaβve Written Weekly.
Our PoW this week is Reena, who has chosen
the theme βEast Meets Westβ. Our challenge.
is to combine one Western poetic form with one
Japanese poetic form. This is my Haibun/Shadorma.
A Moment After
Written for Reenaβs Xploration Challenge,
where she has given us the sentence below as
a thought-starter. Hereβs where the prompt took me.
βA thought brushed my palm, then scattered like a startled bird.β
Moon Glow: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Pub Poetics:
Names of the Rose. Our host, Merril,
Β invites us to write a poem of any style,
incorporating the names of at least five
different roses. This is my haibun.
L’alba: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets Pub ~ Haibun Monday:
βSilenceβ. The image is borrowed from my amici at
Blog 57. Frank is our host and this is my haibun.
Azzurro Cielo: A Haibun
Written for Missyβs Mad Challenge.
I was inspired by the image I borrowed
from my amici at blog 57. Missyβs prompt
appears below. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
Vigil: A Haibun
Written for Reenaβs Xploration Challenge
where the word this week is βinchoateβ.
Also for RDP Saturday and the word “eggs”.
This is where the prompts took me.
March Madness: Day Of The Lepus
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday:
Mad March Hare. Our host is Frank Tassone
and this is my haibun response.
RDP Monday: superficial
Written for RDP, where sgeoil asks us
Β to get creative with the word βsuperficialβ.
Thanks, Heather! Hereβs where the prompt took me.
RDP Tuesday: peregrination
Written for RDP, where Martha asks us
to get creative with the word βperegrinationβ.
Thanks, Martha! Hereβs one of my memories.
An Unexpected Grace
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday 1-5-26:
Epiphany where our host Frank asks us to write
a haibun in which we allude to βepiphanyβ –
however we understand it. Here is my haibun.
Weathering The Dark
Written for Sadjeβs βWhat Do You Seeβ #317
Hereβs where the photo prompt took me.
The Watcher
Written for Crispinaβs Crimsonβs Creative
Challenge #061. I chose Pic #2.
Hereβs where the image took me.
Being Sicilian: A Haibun
Written for Sammiβs Weekend Writing Prompt
#440 where weβre asked to be creative in exactly
97 words using the word βheritageβ. Hereβs my take.
In Papa’s Garden
Written for dVerse Poets Prosery: Yvorβs
“Time and the Garden”. Our host, Sanaa, asks us
to write a short piece of prosery of up to 144 words
and include a complete line from the poem
βTime and the Gardenβ. Here is my haibun.
Little Foxes
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday: ‘silver’.
Our host Frank asks us to write a haibun with
the word βsilverβ as our inspiration. This is my haibun.
How Sweet It Is
Written for dVerse ~ Poetβs Pub: Who Has A Sweet~Tooth?
Our host Lillian asks us to write a poem using candy
names. This is my sweet~tooth inspired haibun.
Identical Grief Revisited: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets β Fancy
Meeting You At The Pub Today and
Saturday. We are asked to share any
poem of our choosing. I am sharing
a haibun I wrote almost one year ago.
Since then, our feelings remain unchanged,
except now laughter comes a bit more easily.
Night of the Lepus: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday 3-3-25.
Our inspiration this week is βMarch Madnessβ.
This is my haibun.
Groundhog’s Lament: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday –
Celebrating Groundhog Day. This is my Haibun.
With Love From Us: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poetics where the theme is
βDespite and Stillβ. My inspiration is the poem seen below
written by John N. Morris. Here is my haibun.
In Prescious Moments Of Lucidity: A Haibun
Written for dβVerse Poets where our inspiration
today is βreflectionβ. Here is my haibun.
DΓa de los Muertos ~ A Haibun
This week the three prompts from aooga at OLWG #389 are
1) thirsty souls, 2) police dog, and 3) Armandoβs Market,
to be used as we like …. as is, as an inspiration or not at all.
Also, Gerry C & Sue W ask us to incorporate the word “eerie”
in their Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge. And finally,
I have used one of Kevin’s brilliant images from No Theme Thursday
as the inspiration for my post today. Here is my haibun.
Like A Leaf On A Breeze: A Haibun
Written for dβVerse Haibun Monday 10.21.24 ~
Fall Foliage or Spring Blossoms. Here is my haibun.
Whether winter, spring, summer or fall, the view from my bedroom window has afforded me comfort and solace in times of physical and emotional struggle. The simple, unadorned panes of glass are a constant in my life, keeping me company, offering the best show in town. After all, what could be better than observing the changes brought about by Mother Nature? As the daily view gradually transforms, so do I. The delicate buds that caressed the tree branches in spring burst open full of life to face the summer sun; now they cling precariously to those same branches, a dainty necklace of copper, bronze and gold strands. More sky is visible through scantily clad tree limbs. Oh, what a tantalizing tease! The silvery glow from the hunterβs moon is an organic lightshow. What will tomorrow bring?
spring blossoms plant warm wet kisses
fall leaves crunch underfoot
winter flakes form crystal blankets
NARΒ©2024
This is βForever Autumnβ by the Moody Blues
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As Days Grow Short
Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday where
the theme today is “equinox”. This is my haibun.
Itβs now one month post op. I have spent a lot of time looking out my bedroom window contemplating the healing transformation of my body and the seasonal metamorphosis as we gently slip from summer into autumn. I had been facing physical limitations as I aged; they have now been compounded by my back surgery. On bad days I curse myself for agreeing to this procedure but I know it was the right choice. Getting back on my feet is taking longer than I anticipated. Like the brittle tree branches that come with autumn, my bones are not what they once were. But now I have a chance to walk among the fallen crimson and golden leaves instead of simply watching them drop from the trees and for that Iβm grateful. I am better today than I was two weeks ago and in two more weeks Iβll be better than I am today. Itβs a process.
warm burnished tones of autumn
as days grow short
the earth prepares for new life
NARΒ©2024
This is βAutumn In New Yorkβ by Billie Holiday
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Crop Invaders: A Haibun
Written for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge and
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge where the
required words are “wrong” and “hoarding”. This is my haibun.
The exact year escapes me but it was a long time ago, to be sure. It was the summer we returned from vacation to find our tomatoes had ripened into gorgeous red orbs ready for eating. I could practically smell that grassy-green, spicy-sweet summery aroma. But something seemed wrong, off somehow. I felt like I was not alone in my garden, like I was being watched. Taking a closer look, I discovered disturbingly large caterpillars feasting on our lovely harvest. The bloated green creatures blended in so well with the underside of the leaves, it took a few seconds to register why our crop was full of gaping holes. Probing, boring, ravaging, gorging, hoarding. No tomato was salvaged that summer. Not one. That was the year I stopped planting tomatoes.
garden interlopers
devastation
signaling summerβs end
NARΒ©2024
This is βEnd of Summerβ featuring Katie Melua and L.U.C. from The Peasants soundtrack
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Identical Grief: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poetics: Picking Up The Pieces
where today we are sharing grief. This is my haibun.
Tomorrow will be 4 months since my husbandβs identical twin brother died suddenly. His wife returned home from a walk and found him on the bedroom floor; she said he was still warm. The news felt like an arrow ripped through our hearts. Jim was dead. How was my sister-in-law ever again going to walk into her bedroom without picturing her husbandβs body? How was my husband Bill going to face the rest of his life as the lone twin? At one time there were three brothers; now there is only Bill. This is the most difficult trial for him. My husband lost a piece of himself that day. We are numb, disbelieving, questioning, dazed, numb, numb, so unbelievably numb.
You know how people say that time flies? Not when it comes to Jim; time has stopped for us. Logically we know heβs dead but our hearts cannot accept it. Itβs unbelievable, inconceivable for us. It doesnβt feel possible. We function normally every day, do the same old crap, talk and eat and laugh. We watch movies, go shopping, pay bills, gab on the phone, babysit. We live the same lives we lived before Jim died except heβs not here to share them and we cannot wrap our heads around that. It just doesn’t feel like he’s dead. He should be here. It’s not right that heβs not here. It’s like someone has played the cruelest joke on us.
Now, when my sister-in-law looks at Bill, itβs Jimβs face she sees. And sometimes when I look at my husband, I see Jim and I find myself pondering why Jim was the twin who was taken.
I am Bill’s wife but Jim was his other half.
save them in your heart
golden summer memories
for when winter comes
No idea who’s who!
NARΒ©2024
This is βComfortably Numbβ by Pink Floyd
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