Holiday Epilogue (Redux): an .@ImageCurve #haibun

English Haibun, Cooking Pan

Oil cracks on the frying pan in the kitchen. Dice in a boggle bubble rattle. I just can’t stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio Frankie got for Christmas. Aroma of frying breadcrumbs permeates the living room.

Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me.

It’s that time.

January night—

Preparing the last rich meal

Of the holidays

 

first published in Image Curve, January 8, 2015

 

Photograph from DFC

 

 

for dVerse Poets’ Pub Haibun Monday: January (pubtended by Kim Russell)

 

 

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12 responses to “Holiday Epilogue (Redux): an .@ImageCurve #haibun”

  1. Grace Avatar

    This made me hungry smiles. Our leftovers are already gone, so enjoy that rich holiday meal.

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  2. Maggie C Avatar

    I can smell the aroma! What time is dinner?

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  3. kim881 Avatar

    Your haibun cheered me up, Frank, after reading about the darkness of January. So much activity in you kitchen! I love the sound of ‘Dice in a boggle bubble rattle’ and the ‘stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio’. You can’t feel sad or lonely in a kitchen like that – until you remember that everything goes back to normal after the holidays.

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    1. Frank J. Tassone Avatar

      So true, Kim. Thank you! 😀

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  4. Frank Hubeny Avatar

    I like how you emphasized this sentence by setting it apart: “Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me.”

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  5. -Eugenia Avatar

    Oh, I can smell the aroma from here. 🙂

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  6. Beverly Crawford Avatar

    I was right there with you … until we got to strangled dread and anticipation! Well written verse and haiku.

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    1. Frank J. Tassone Avatar

      Thanks, Beverly! 😀

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  7. lynn__ Avatar

    This one sizzles, Frank 🙂

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Avatar

    The last meal… almost like a funeral… yes I can feel the sorrow of the start of a dreary journey

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  9. Margaret Schaff Bednar Avatar
    Margaret Schaff Bednar

    routine… isn’t for me – I love the holidays.

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