Bows and archers

This week the Ligo Haibun Challenge is a Quote prompt.

The choice is between these: my choice in bold

“Harmony makes small things grow,  lack of it makes great things decay”  Sallust

or

“Never was anything great achieved without danger” Niccolo Machiavelli

To add to the challenge a minimum word count of 345 is added.

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Rising and falling.

Our communion is born of heartfelt intention. We dance the same dance. Sing the same song. We are as one but we are two. Time ticks. Slowly at first. So slowly that every breath is seen and heard. Every smile is noticed and returned. Every moment is devoured. We dance through our own slow motion technicolor movie and we laugh. Oh how we laugh. Touch is everything. Electric and exciting. Sensual and soft. Whispering like breath on the skin. We run through fields of flowers, fertile soils wetted beneath April showers. This is our spring. Wild and carefree. Just the two of us. One heart. This heart, bursting now to shower the world with blossom-like rains. So this is how love feels? Summer brings with her a child. A magical incarnation. A blessing. Now we two are three. Time ticks slowly still and we watch now, this child, dance her own dance around ours. Summer sun fades as we witness the arrival of another and then again.

Moment to moment we live.

By autumnal arrival we are five. The dance is more complex now and each voice calls it’s own call. And we two are outnumbered by these three. The pace and direction of the dance unknown and they pull in many directions but we allow it to unfold remembering to hold our ground when we must. For their sake. For the sake of harmony.For the sake of diversity.Small is beautiful and this is our wee tribe. Our dear tribe. Our life force dancing it’s own merry dance. Gibran’s archers are we and they the arrows of the future we may never see. It is how we wish it. We two. Let them fly. Winter comes and with it they are gone. Dancing their own steps, singing their own songs. Echoes of them everywhere. There is such joy in their dancing. Such life. Such energy. We love them. We remain. Two strong trees that have given shelter and shade, nourishment and a place to play. Given everything. We two.We love them. With the one heart. The dance goes on.

Ebbing and flowing.

 

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I have succeeded in making the word count.

345 words  felt a lot longer to me than my usual Haibun and it was most definitely a Challenge.

I also played around with the Haiku here, placing it between the lines…in the’ space’ as it were…an unconscious  reference to my last Haibun’s theme perhaps?

13 responses to “Bows and archers

  1. This was wonderful, I love the way you describe your three kids leaving you in winter, singing their own songs and dancing their own steps. Such movement, sound and joy. A pleasure to read!

  2. True – you were nudged with the longer haibun, but just look at the beauty you gave. The rhythm and flow are wonderful and very much your style. The idea was great, and quite special. ‘So this is how love feels?’ feels like a pivot, what came before was beautiful, sharp, crystal clear, and after the language flowed, blossom opening. I would not dare say this is my favourite haibun of yours because it would look like I was trying to vindicate the longer haibun, but it really is a beautiful, timeless and sincere piece.

    • To be honest I’m always game for a nudge, although it was more difficult to write…normally my Haibun are short and flow easily, like I imagine a calligraphy brush would…this piece required stamina and alteration…not something I am used to. I appreciate your comments once again and thank you for providing the impetus for me to explore this wonderful form.

  3. I enjoyed this visit with your family. Our own tribe has increased with our children and their partners and with two grands… the dance is most certainly a different one – beautiful and joyful too.

    I just wrote in my own style – I didn’t reach the word count. I stopped when I was finished. 🙂

  4. I was hooked and captivated by the dance at the beginning, and the piece flowed wonderfully with the change of season and the comparison of the children not only with their parents but with arrows flying off into a future that we can’t see.

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