haikai

Story-whispering: a #haibun

There is a story. It eludes my grasp. When I work to shape it’s contours, it soars beyond me.

birdsongs

the rival for territory

continues

There is a story. It teases and hints at being told. When I reach for its structure, it crouches back into shadows.

traffic drone

another cicada

sounds off

There is a story. It’s palpably close, yet impossibly distant. But when I wait for its essence, it descends like soft rain on thirsty ground.

summer breeze

birdsong and cicadas vie

with machinery

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10 replies »

  1. Yes, and the song, the hum and buzz of machinery married to the hiss, squeal and click of the internet, erases the pleasures awaiting beyond the suburbs.

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  2. I so enjoyed hearing you read this one, Frank πŸ˜€ especially love; “There is a story. It’s palpably close, yet impossibly distant. But when I wait for its essence, it descends like soft rain on thirsty ground.” πŸ’πŸ’

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