"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, September 23, 2010

cannot escape big tent poetry #21 haibun

Set the flowers down or put them in a vase. Water is the element, so needed to sustain. Walk on walls, with broken glass, too fitting for my taste. I could see you on the horizon. Balls of fire sent from the sky. Where fairies in disguise are hiding.

Water fire glass
Ice melts-flowers wilt in the sun
Much to my surprise

Old witches stand around to watch, you beautify, as they age.
Take seeds of pleasure from their pockets and turn them into gold.
As ice forms on withered brows. Frozen and ready to crumble.
Oh, isn’t it hell getting old. Immortality is never vexed.

Beautiful gold seeds
Scattered on the open fields
Death can’t be denied

52 comments:

  1. Ah, aging is always on the horizon, and all flowers eventually wilt. (Even us.) An interesting haibun, Pamela

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  2. Another totally poetic haibun, Pamela - prose and verse both. What a fruitful prompt this has been.

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  3. No escape indeed. Never seen a funeral without flowers, either.

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  4. Beautiful haibun Pamela, so much of poetry in prose and verse.

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  5. This is sheer poetry. In prose and both the haiku!

    Haibun: seedy deeds

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  6. I've been thinking about this a lot lately and your poem really states it well.

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  7. Immortality doesn't stop you growing old, Pamela. Better ask for eternal youth! Your haibun is intriguing.

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  8. i feel like you've shown us that fairy tale universe while keeping us mindful of how serious those stories are. and you've done it while keeping it all so beautiful!

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  9. I think this is one of your best descriptive poems, Pamela. Love the whole thing!

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  10. Excellently blended work! Love the haibun! =)

    -Weasel

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  11. Mary, yes, all beautiful flowers must wilt!
    Pamela

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  12. Viv,
    Now, that is a compliment coming from you!
    Thanks.
    Pamela

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  13. Wouldn't be much of a funeral. Would it, Ron?
    Pamela

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  14. Linda, I think we all do at some point, thanks.
    Pamela

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  15. Carolee, thanks for introducing me to this form.
    And thanks for the nice compliment.
    Pamela

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  16. Thanks, Diane. I enjoyed writing it as well.
    Pamela

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  17. I love the theme of your poem. Great tribute to a lovely bride (and to aging). I am also vexed. Your haibun was a pleasure to read. Además, me gustó tu poema "Viejo mi querido viejo - Piero."
    Hasta luego,
    Don

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  18. Muchas gracias, mi amigo, Don,
    Nos vemos
    Pamela
    btw I have loved that song for a long time and it always brings tears to my eyes. And Katia is gorgeous inside and out.

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  19. A wonderful haibun, Pamela, echoing my own thoughts lately about the transience of life! Beautiful images you've painted, and a vivid reminder that we must enjoy every moment of our lives while we're here...:)

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  20. Thanks Lynette!
    Much appreciated.
    Pamela

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  21. Beautiful prose here. I love the image of the witches followed by the gold seeds scattered on the fields. This is so vivid.

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  22. James
    Thanks and I will do more of this form.
    I found it quite liberating.
    Pamela

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  23. The haiku are like the seeds picked from the pockets of witches. This one stands up and sings Pamela, all of it,

    Elizabeth

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  24. Elizabeth
    Thanks so much and I really enjoyed writing this haibun. In fact these are the first haikus, I have ever written. I have never felt at all comfortable writing them, so this was a breakthrough for me.
    Pamela

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  25. I love the way you wrote this and the imagery it evokes, the witches, the seeds, the final, frozen feeling~! Well written, loved it!

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  26. Beautiful haibun! I love the imagery of the scattered gold seeds. Hope amidst death.

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  27. Haunting and so true death cannot be denied, aging moves forward no mater how we will it to stop, this is very eloquent.

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  28. Can't find my comment, but I liked your haibun

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  29. Thanks Nan and thanks for visiting!
    Pamela

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  30. It does indeed Amanda and thanks!
    Pamela

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  31. wow, Pamela! I like the way you do prose! terrific images; makes me wonder if shakespeare's gonna walk into the room. :D

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  32. Wow, Angie thanks so much!
    Pamela

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  33. Very nice - the honesty and sweetness of this is wonderful. I fear there is no escape. :)

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  34. Such potent words. Wow, Pamela. I am enthralled.

    My haibun

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  35. An enjoyable read. I like how you played with words: flowers and water in the first prose part and the following haiku, and then gold and seeds in the next two. Such delightful images - and a theme lots of us identify with.

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  36. Thanks, Mr. Walker, it is something to which we can all relate.

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  37. Don't know what I like more...your prose or your haiku. Well done.

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  39. Thanks Randy
    I will go check it out.
    Pamela

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