endless falling rain ~ haibun

endless falling rain

In sudden warm temperatures, heavy winter snow flows with water, the melt running past ground still frozen. River reservoirs fill, and engineers with their minds on management of nature’s course decide when and where water will flow. Relentless spring rains add to already overburdened rivers, while waters rise and banks disappear. Levees that have withstood years of repeated onslaught are breached or overtopped. Water flows through city streets, while farm fields lie underwater, the season’s crops destroyed as they wait for the river to recede.

endless falling rain
rivers closed to all traffic
fish swim in the streets

This haibun (word count 98) is my response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #89 Extreme Haibun … rain, with the challenge to write of a haibun of 100 words or less in length.

A Family Grows ~ haibun

A Family Grows

Distance. Family. A 700 mile drive, and balance is achieved. Fair weather may be followed by three days of storms, but balance will not be diminished. Rain or shine, my grandson’s wedding will be a day of celebration. Not even Sunday’s drive home can change that.

a family grows
two hearts look to their future
journey together


Poetry and Cars ~ haibun

1932 Buick Sedan

Poetry and Cars

After a fairly busy weekend, I’m trying to catch-up on poetry on blogs I follow and responses to prompts from NaPoWriMo.net, all the way back to Friday. I think I might be into Saturday evening at this point (late afternoon Monday). Yeah, I might catch up by tomorrow evening!

Saturday was spent at the Unbound Book Festival, where I attended readings by several poets, which inspired a poem of my own for Saturday. So far, I’ve been able to keep up with a poem-a-day for April, meeting the NaPoWriMo prompt more often than I expected. Of course, some of my responses rely on my own definition of the prompt! Today’s poem was an ekphrasis, inspired by a watercolor I acquired last year.

reading and writing
thirty days of poetry
what could be better

Yesterday was spent at Forest Park, in St. Louis, where we attended a car show, the 2019 Concourse d’Elegance, which is held every Easter Sunday. There were several hundred classic cars from 1917 to the late 1970s. Close by in the park was an area that probably had twice as many cars – street rods of all imagined modifications. One of the last cars we viewed at the Concourse was a 1959 Alfa Romeo Gulietta Spider with 411,000 miles on it, shown by the original owner. It was a beautiful, sunny day, with a lot of people in attendance, so it was hard to get the photos I wanted.

elegance displayed
in finely crafted metal
by its proud owners
man’s obsession with machine
glittering under the sun

1950 Oldsmobile Rocket 88

1950 Mercury Coupe

1948 Willys Jeepster

1955 Pontiac Star Chief

1959 Alpfa Romeo Gulietta Spider

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Letting Go ~ haibun

Letting Go

I see it daily, that rent along a cedar branch waiting to fall forty feet to the ground. Months have passed since a heavy snow tore the limb from its roots, a cardinal that frequents it a reminder that life goes on. There it hangs, framed in a pane above my laptop, waiting for me to write something, like tearing down the ghost of a memory of nothing good, long out of sight and begging to just let it die.

releasing the past
resolutely moving on
without looking back

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Speak Up! ~ haibun

Speak Up!

What’s that you say? Your lips keep flappin’, but nothing’s coming out. You’ll have to speak up if you want me to hear you. I didn’t come all this way to talk to myself! And don’t tell me to not to get all excited! I don’t know what all the buzz is about, and I sure don’t know if any of what you say rings true. In fact, I couldn’t say, one way or another, if you’re saying anything at all!

listening to tones
difficulty discerning
failing hearing test
ringing ears a detriment
higher pitches go unheard

The tanka I wrote earlier today is now a haibun, hopefully to meet the prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 15, which is to write a poem with a dramatic dialogue, with a specific voice or character.

Image source: Wikimedia Commons (cropped here)

Owl Be Back ~ haibun

Owl Be Back

While kayaking last May, I saw a bird and chicks in a nest high above the river, thinking it was a great horned owl I had seen there previously. It wasn’t. It was a red-tailed hawk. Well, I paddled that same same stretch of the river yesterday, and the great horned owl is back.
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And there is a chick in the nest with it.

After a short while, the adult flew off, presumably to draw my attention away from the nest. It didn’t work.

high above river
great  nest no longer empty
owl raising new young

Ken G.

If Walls Could Talk ~ haibun

If Walls Could Talk

Eyes that listen will know a story. The wind whistling past limestone walls on an Ozark bluff, through holes that once wore windows. Soot aging with the stone that wears it. A cellar beneath ruins blanketed with snow. That wind again. Or are those voices from the past, a gaiety that would be silenced by flames that leave the chill of death, even on a summer’s day? Once the snow melts, there will be a rebirth, the forest green again. And voices. Tourists gazing at those bare stone walls and listening for any sign of life.

stark and desolate
the only sign of rebirth
early budding trees
turkey vultures fly above
stone walls that speak to no one

The “castle” at Ha Ha Tonka was built in the early 1900s and succumbed to fire in 1942. The estate is now a Missouri State Park that features 3700 acres of forest that include caves, sinkholes and bluffs overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks. Stone for a water tower, carriage house, and the mansion was quarried on the property. More than 100 yards from the home, the water tower was the only undamaged structure, but it was gutted in the 1970s by a fire started by vandals. (click on images to see larger view in new tab)

With this poet’s choice of listen and silence as prompt words, this is a response to
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #126,
“Poet’s Choice of Words.”