Tag: haibun

  • Between

    Between

    Today, a break in the clouds that gathered for days. Today, a respite from the rain that’s fallen for the last two. A robin lands on the walkway of a neighbor’s home, then scampers onto the small front yard. The last blossoms of the Cherry Tree next door have all fallen. Their last remains mingle…

  • Low

    Low

    Was it the two disturbances by the same two students in the same day? The campus evacuation caused by an alleged buring of a light? The relentless underperformance from the usual suspects? The heavy atmosphere of a week’s worth of rainclouds? The existential abrasion of yet another work week? Or just a combination of the…

  • Bodhisattva me?

    Bodhisattva me?

    I am the man seated on the zafu in the early morning. Breathing, as a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings arises and falls away. Breathing, as a spaciousness unlike any other enfolds me. Until there is no “me.” Only Presence. Only the overwhelming Love that turns electrons around nuclei, and galaxies around the Universe’s center.…

  • Incandescent

    Incandescent

    A single match set the bonfire ablaze. I can see your face, incandescent in the light of those flames. I long for your eyes to catch mine. I fear your eyes catching mine. As if they would… as the last blossoms fall waning moon Mish holds down Quadrille #200! at dVerse today, where we light…

  • A Walk at Greenwich Point Park

    A Walk at Greenwich Point Park

    The rippling waves of the North Atlantic massage the near-white sand of Greenwich Point Beach. The subtle swoosh of the tide going in and out is a mesmerizing chant this sunny afternoon. We walk on the sand, content to be by ourselves today. sea breeze another bend in the road

  • Morning Meditation: an #AmericanSonnet #haibun

    Morning Meditation: an #AmericanSonnet #haibun

    seated on the zafu, breathing in and out listening to a word arising in mind: “deeper” breathing in and out, going “deeper,” encountering sensations: the upper arm itchiness, the bodywide tingle; choral thinking: the fastrack memory reel of a career, the plethora of remembered conversations, of screaming; breathing in and out, that voice again, saying,…

  • #Haikai Challenge II #14 (4/24/24): [Late]Cherry Blossom (osozakura) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge

    #Haikai Challenge II #14 (4/24/24): [Late]Cherry Blossom (osozakura) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge

    Some of you haijin risked being blinded by the light to savor the solar eclipse. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Suzette Benjamin2. Eugi3. Jules 4. Ben Tonkin5. Colleen Chesebro6. J M Negi 7. Melissa8. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! What a National Poetry Month this has…

  • Oh, Wolverine

    Oh, Wolverine

    “I’m the best there is at what I do.” —James Howlett/Logan, aka Wolverine You were my favorite X-man. I enjoyed your cynical, gruff attitude. So the opposite of the sensitive, people-pleaser that high school bullies loved to target. I appreciated your no-nonsense fighting skill, and how you “had moves like Carter’s got little pills.” It…