I write the way I write because I have no choice in the matter other than to get out of the way of the words that wish to come dance this very day in this space. This very moment. Tomorrow will be different and yesterday may inform today but it will never dictate what should come. If it tried it would be ignored like some old newspaper stained with grease from the chips it once held. It’s moment has been and gone. Until that is the wind of change blows it once more to be visible in my eye line where a glimpse of the headline prompts my muse to engage in the ritual writes and the door flies open allowing these very words to land here. Now.
moment to moment –
Beechwoods’s Autumnal glory
leaves blown in the wind
Submission to dVerse OLN in lieu of the Haibun Monday prompt why?
Paul Scribbles 
Okay, this title in my email inbox makes me infinitely happy. “Sprinkle Think.” Sigh. Perfection. Imma leave it there awhile, and delight in it. Your haibun is awesome, too. And happy belated birthday, Sir!
I had a funny feeling you might like the title 😉 Thanks for the b’day vibes x
Ah, yes. Love how the autumn leaves dance like your words.
or perhaps how Autum just leaves 😉
Perfect. Your prose reads like your poetry, and your Haiku is flawless.
Very kind of you. Thanks.
I love the immediacy of your word.. the way you write from mind to words… I see a flow where you cannot write differently, and that is how it should be…
It is how it is. Thanks Bjorn.
Moments captured by our words…here and now. I like the flow of your thoughts Paul ~
They do what they do Grace 😉 Thank You.
The haiku works very well!
I thought so when it appeared :)Thanks.
Hi there Paul, Good to catch up with your work at last – for me you’ve got the balance and cadence just right here. Strong work, I think which exudes confident use of this form. I’ll be back for more…
Good to have you visit Scott. I appreciate your comment.
Moment to moment – to really live it is a skill or living art.
It is an aspiration.
We all dance with autumn leaves and its love for us humans is infinite.
We can dance with the Autum leaves until the Autummn leaves 😉
I love what you did there. Clever. 🙂
I like the way you describe how each writing comes into its being as the moment unfolds it…nice. Our haiku today had some similarities.
It is how I experience writing Gayle. I agree on the similarities. Autumn in old blighty huh?
I am very confused…this happens easily, I like to know why you write and the Haiku even if my head tells me it is in the wrong place. I still haven’t found a beechnut, this poem reminds me, and where’s your like button?
Hi Alison. I’m not quite sure I grasp the full meaning of your comment. Maybe ask me again differently. Still a bit early for Beechnuts and I got rid of the like buttons because I think they’re daft 😉
No this is fine. I was confused because in my head it should have been on the other link. Don’t worry. It was a fine piece. X
Now i’m confused 😉
haha…welcome to my week…beer time…
I love how you write in the moment and are in the moment while you are writing – so perfect for haiku. Your closing haiku captures it beautifully :o)
Very much like playing music I find writing to be a very ‘in the moment’ practice. Thank you Zenia x
I can relate to ‘getting out of the way of words’- I suppose if you didn’t you would be overwhelmed…. or go mad! I LIKE (no like button)
Thanks. Decided to ditch like button. Comment or don’t is the way forward 😉
Good plan. You get real engagement then.
or not 😉
I love this ❤️ sometimes the words just flow .. and go beyond our control as they pour onto the page. Beautifully executed!❤️
I’m not sure I’m ever in control to be honest Sanaa.
We writer/warrior poets share so much of our process, and yet, writing is a lonely pursuit ( I do not write well in a room with others–though I did so in college)–like being born, like dying–solo journeys. I am haunted by the old newspaper stained by the grease off the chips. We occupy different spots on the globe, but as I read your words, as I ride your message, I feel at home within your expressions & imagery; shrinking the planet.
As always Glenn it is a pleasure to have you as witness. You do it so beautifully.
I have never written haibun, but the flow of this just feels so honest to me-in every way–and that feels profound–
Thank You. Lovely observation. So heartfelt. I do strive for authenticity.
Getting out of the way of the words that wish to come…love this. And love the haiku!
Thank You.
V. nice – The muse can be a harsh mistress, best stay on her good side and keep writing.
My muse is welcome whatever side she brings.
Every day is a winding road…(yes, everything reminds me of some song or other)…but I do sense in this life you are feeling fine. (K)
I suspect your song refernces are Beatles…but I nthought of this with your first words.Thanks for poppin by.
Sheryl Crow, but the Beatles would do too.
aha…wondered if the feelin fine was ‘i feel fine’ Love the Sheryl Crow song.
I can identify with that – ‘no choice in the matter other than to get out of the way of the words that wish to come dance this very day in this space’ – mine invade my dreams and my other down time, for example in the shower. I love the chip paper analogy and ‘the door flies open allowing these very words to land here. Now.’
Funny…the chip paper just appeared and then yesterdays news and then….you know right?…tumbling dice.
😀
From title..thoughts and to the haiku….it’s perfect… beautiful!!
Bless you Sreeja.
I enjoyed how your stream-of-consciousness prose expressed such energy. Your autumnal haiku counterbalances it beautifully. Thank you.
My pleasure.
Profoundness and beauty in brevity. Wonderful write.
Thank You.
Beautiful haiku.
Thanks.
“I write the way I write because I have no choice in the matter . . .” We each have our way of writing, and each day may bring a different way.
or each moment perhaps? Nice to see you Linda.
Perhaps.
We’re not so different, you and I. I enjoyed reading about your process.
Thanks Barry.
Enjoyed hearing your process, and great haiku!
Thank You Bev x
I love a writer writing about his writing. 🙂 Even more, I love the title you gave this. Well done.
(Glad you got it in yesterday since you skipped the haibun Linky. I wouldn’t want to have missed it.)
It was a tough call…I missed two great prompts in the week and wrote late for them both…only one submission for OLN…I submitted both in error and the host made the choice for me by removing the other. I think it may be the better poem of the two though 😉 Thanks for visiting.
It seems to me as if there is little choice as well, although I wouldn’t say no choice, and the words come from somewhere and that is why I think people believe that muses are real.
Of course there is the choice to catch or not but no choice about what comes for me…and sometimes I’m not even sure I’m choosing what to catch 😉
Haiku heaven.
Thank You.
The words certainly danced smoothly Paul! It flows outright throughout the whole poem!
Hank
kaykuala
The words certainly danced smoothly Paul! It flows rightly throughout the whole poem!
Hank
Muchly appreciated observation. Thanks.
Love your musing on how each day your poetry is different. I find a similar thing in my own writing too. Very often I set out to write one thing, but then (especially if I am writing form poetry), the poem starts to ‘write me’, and both poem and poet come out different in the end.