Always in Our Hearts ~ haibun

Always in Our Hearts

Though some would call it midsummer, it’s just three days past solstice, and here we are celebrating the start of summer with a wedding on the shore of Lake Erie. There is as much poetry in the lighthouse towering above us, framed by beautiful blue skies as it waits to send to the world a signal of the joy that fills our hearts, and in the sound of the waves beckoning us as they have over the years, as there is in the vows that we share, the words that are spoken. Afterwards, there are words more solemn, spoken of our love for you and our sadness at your passing before you could be a vital part of this joyful day. We can feel your presence, as I know we will when we celebrate this day in the coming years.

great blue heron lands
watches from the shore
always in our hearts

This is my response to Haibun Monday 5-23-22: Summer,
the prompt from Frank Tassone at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

Our wedding, a self-uniting ceremony held at the Presque Isle Lighthouse in Erie, Pennsylvania, was in June 2017. The ceremony consisted of poetry that I wrote for the vows, as well as for readings by my children and my granddaughter. A very dear friend was going to “walk the bride down the aisle,” but, sadly, that was not to be, as he passed away four months earlier. When we celebrate that day, we think of him as he was when times were good.

Unrelated to the prompt, I wrote this following his passing:
Message from a Death Metal God
I think of the great blue heron as his spirit animal.

Whispering Wind

Whispering Wind

Below a white tower beside blue water,
beneath a sky so blue it could hold nothing
but good fortune, blew a breeze that held
within it words of love that would carry
over the land and across the heavens.
Words that cross our minds every time
we look into each other’s eyes to see
the love held there were born that day.

This is my response to Day 10 at napowrimo.net, which is to write a love poem. My wife and I were married at the Presque Isle Lighthouse in Erie, Pennsylvania, on a beautiful June day in 2017. I wrote our wedding vows, as well as a series of poems that were read by my children and my granddaughter.

My collection of love poems can be found here.

Time and Love as One

Time and Love as One

Time and Love as OneTwo become one,
and the world is witness to
the marriage of Time and Love.

It is the nature of Love,
that it will always court Time.

It is the nature of Time,
that it will always test Love.

You will know Time,
as you have known Love.

Vow to ensure that Time
will honor Love into the future.
Let both bind your hearts as one.

This poem is my response to Day 25 at napowrimo.net, where the challenge is to write
a poem that is written for an occasion – a wedding, a birth, etc..

 

~ Day 25 ~

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In Love’s Warmth ~ haibun

24 June 2017

In Love’s Warmth

A shining day approaches, the celebration of the day, three years ago, when family and friends witnessed the union of two souls beneath a lighthouse tower on the shore of Lake Erie. Our paths, separate and whole, met and became one in a way possible only through a desire to be complete, each with the other, no longer alone. As equals, we gladly followed the path before us, each knowing the love, grief, joy, hardship, and elation of the other.

Experienced by all present, our beacon of love could not be denied.

passion’s waves
flow from heart to heart
in love’s warmth

This is my response to Traditional writing: on a shining topic,
the prompt from Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub, which is to write a haibun
about “One Shining Moment” in the writer’s life.

Twin Banks

Twin Banks

I’d like to say it went off without a hitch, but, truth be known, I choked up (as expected). What could have been three minutes of poetry during my daughter’s (and, of course, her husband’s) wedding seemed like a lifetime, as her life-to-this-point flashed before me. I have been called a romantic, and I won’t deny that it’s true. Her happiness always has been one of my foremost concerns. They have been a couple since high school – more than a third of their lives – but I was overwhelmed by the significance of that moment and the happiness they will share.

Afterwards, the father-daughter dance did go off without a hitch. (I guess the lessons, followed by practice with my wife every night during the month before the trip, paid off.) Our plan was to alter the tempo of a waltz to fit with Billy Joel’s Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel), and it worked. Yes, it was emotional, but I had expended that energy for the reading, and the dance became a moment of delight paired with a song about the lasting bond of a father and his daughter.

At the reception, I was told by many that my reading brought tears to the eyes of some there. I’m sure that my own reaction had something to do with that. Here is that reading:

Celebration of Love

friends gather
to witness a vow
shared by two
as their love
becomes a celebration
a life together

From an early age, I encouraged Alyssa to have an interest in poetry. What better culmination of that than this poetic moment – the union of love?

Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali musician, artist, and poet, and there is inspiration in much of his writing. He said,
               “Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.”

We see the perfect example of freedom in a butterfly. It goes about, fulfilling its life, with not a wasted moment. In fact, Tagore also said,
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

That quote inspired me to write a haiku.

momentary pause
between silent beat of wings
butterfly alights

If we think of Reed and Alyssa as the butterflies, where do they alight?
It is this moment, here and now.

while dancing on air
paired beating of wings and hearts
butterfly finds mate

I have one other poem I’d like to read.

Twin Banks

Consider the banks of a river.

Far from separate
or opposite, they complement
each other as they embrace
the river flowing through them.

That river is life, and within it
there is a current, love, its depth
revealed with each passing moment.

It is that love which brings them here
today, the love that will carry them
through all their tomorrows.

It truly was a celebration.

Ken G.

 

Two Hearts in Love

 

Two Hearts in Love

Would rain have made any difference?

What is grass without water?
A maple.
An oak.
Each would welcome it.

Allowed to flow, growth will
follow. A benediction.

Vows spoken in the open air would gather
on each raindrop, bringing life,
as each leaf, each blade, would
gather those raindrops.

Instead, those words were carried
by sunlight that shone on those
who welcomed them into their hearts, all
sharing in the love, this day.

Yet it was not sunlight, nor was it rain
that made this day possible.

It was two hearts in love.