photo by me
Bjorn provides the prompt for this Haibun Monday.
Today I would like you to write a haibun on any subject that you like. but you should illustrate it with one picture, and let picture prose and haiku complement each other.
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Winter’s dark blanket has fallen upon me and assails my very soul this day. Falling into shadow and sitting here with an old wound, I try to bring tears but the well is dry. Perhaps it was always so.How many times can you hear that boys don’t cry without it becoming your reality? So I walk. Into the mornings light in search of an answer to this ancestor’s curse but I carry the blanket with me and despite what my eyes can see there is only a darkness shrouding my being.
Light plays a sonnet
whilst my dark soul sings its dirge
winter light reflects
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Dear Paul- what are these things you have photographed. I remember them from childhood and school..you could make the outer pieces flake off and reveal the shiny silvery inner…but I don’t know what they are called.
The plant is called Honesty.
aha and what a perfect name.
Isn’t it just.
Hardly ever heard, and mostly what I need. This is beautiful Paul, and moving.
Thank You
Nice comparison between light the dark soul in the haiku.
Really love how you managed to get the three parts together… and I know the curse of tears dried up…
Ah!
Mourning can come if various ways; yet why is it tears seem to wash the pain.
What a beautiful sentiment. Your accompanying image is wonderful!
Thank You.
Your photo reminds me of some hanging murals I used to have in the house. In this case, they were rainbow colored. I miss them so your haibun made me nostalgic.
A very deep and reflective piece. Your photo is beautiful. It saddens me that boys and men have been discouraged from that natural release of emotion.