haikai

Here. Now. Just This. A #haibun in the moment

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One robin sings in spite of nightfall. A distant hum of some appliance drones outside. The stairs creak under Mira’s footsteps. The ledge of the Wall-unit desk has fewer chakas on them. My own tired eyes and enshadowed crows’ feet gaze at me from the mirror enclosed by the unit. A tenitial hum in my ears persist.

 

Another breath. More taps on an Acer keyboard, as life unfolding becomes distilled by linguistic craft into this prose. The soar lower lumbar, the disjointing numbness at the shoulder and hip sockets, the tingling sensation like ants crawling back and forth of my lower arms and legs–it’s all there.

 

The “Viana” clock–a wedding gift from Mira’s former employer (and our current dentist)–strikes quarter after eight. Another yawn. So many sensations in so few moments, in this time after dinner and before bed. This time for which we work hard each day of the week.

 

April evening

a rumble in the sky

from a passing jet

how we draw our pleasures

from these supple hours

 

 

for Real Toads’ Write Here. Write Now, Paul Scribbles hosting

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 80, GATHER & SOFT, #SynonymsOnly

#GloPoWriMo2018 / NaPoWriMo2018  18/30

 

NaPoWriMo 2018

 

 

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