Other, Poetry by Sarah

First Robin

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first robin spotted
low lands are facing the dark
as snow falls softly

first robin spotted
upon white, fiery read breast
singing lonely tunes

low lands are facing the dark
no breath of wind stirs
and still air mutes the songbird

as snow falls softly
wooded fingers catch its flakes
robin flies away

By Sarah @2017

Note: For the Troiku you separate the three lines. Every line becomes the first line of the three new haiku. (Line 1 for haiku 1; line 2 for haiku 2; line 3 for haiku 3). It does not follow normal 5/7/5 rules as it cannot!

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 22nd 2017 – Troiku

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Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Brief Chasms


Our need for exhilaration – a scare; a thrill; is truly, a human curiosity. We relish in leaving the sanctuary of contentment for moments of heart-stopping, adrenalin-fuelled terror. So much so, we even manufacture the rides. A spinning capsule twirling madly on its hinges; the gut-wrenching lurch of a rollercoaster car; even the jaws of a synthetic Jaws, reminds us that we are but one bolt away from death – the truest terror we as humans face. Once we arrive safely back on the shores, we spin the wheel again.

it’s human nature
to explore briefest chasms
between life and death


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 41; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – October 18th, 2017

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Slipping

A hole has been burrowed into my core, and I have been scooped out. Damaged and broken, I cannot be whole. Surely, my heart will die, in those briefest moments, between dream and reality, when I become aware I am lost, and that I will never be again. Like smoke curling skyward, I slip through my desperately grasping fingers. I clutch at wisps of me, for this is all I have now.

in murky waters
malevolent fingers tear
unseen misery

By Sarah ©2017


Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, clutchexpress; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, September 13th 2017 – despair

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Lonely

alone with a glass
drinking pools of dark despair
a lonely battle

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay 

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a lonely lookout
proffers victorious views
queen of the mountain

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit By Sarah ©

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 6th 2017 – loneliness
Task: Create two haiku on loneliness, one with the “sad” (negative) or the “joyful” (positive) meaning of loneliness.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Everlasting Love

mechanics of time
wound the clocks of good fortune
the summer we met

Though many years have passed, I remember as if it were yesterday; the way you sat shyly, shrinking into the corner at the restaurant. It was a mutual friend’s birthday celebration, yet this was the first time we had crossed paths. I sidled up to you, sensing your discomfort, and tried to put you at ease. Conversation was surprisingly effortless and soon the evening had whittled away. The pink hues of sunrise letting us know it was time to part. We exchanged numbers and eight years later, it is still the best decision I ever made. The shy young man, now, my self-assured husband.

vows long since exchanged
our precious hearts now complete
everlasting love




Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 16th 2017 – everlasting love

Task: The challenge for this week is to create a haibun themed “everlasting love” and of course there are a few rules … your haibun can have about 500 words (including the haiku) and your haiku has to follow the classical rules as there are e.g. the use of a seasonword and the 5-7-5 syllables count.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Mid-Sentence


Image credit Matteo Pugliese

A hypervigilant state grips me. My brain is a flurry of activity; pre-empting, reacting, solving problems flying at me, and solving ones that aren’t. The pace is unrelenting and I yell, Come at me! But I’m too confident, too arrogant – thinking I can handle it. And soon I feel it. My hands don’t work quick enough. I can’t hold on. My feet seem glued to the pavement. I’m unable to take a step. I’m paralysed and going under. Surrounded by white noise, I fight against it. But I’ve turned against myself and I’m crippled mid-sentence.

emerging; gasping;
traitorous body holds back
sinking in quicksand


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: Having suffered with anxiety for years, this art work really spoke to me and represented the epitome of a panic attack. I hope I have done justice describing what it feels like to be crippled with these terrible physical symptoms.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 2nd 2017 – Man In The Wall

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Wishful Thinking


I gaze at the endless white, powdery sand. The coastline stretches for miles and the cerulean blue of the sea looks cool and inviting. A light breeze tussles with grasses in the sand dunes and seagulls try their luck with the families picnicking on the shoreline. The sun is shimmering on the water. I can almost feel my toes wiggling in the shallows, seeking purchase as the gentle waves lap over my ankles, teasing that they may drag me out to sea. I inhale and taste the salt on my tongue. I exhale and give a groan, because it’s all just wishful thinking. I look down at my list – still another 12 rooms to clean before the end of my shift. Sometimes I loathed working at the holiday resort.

a job to be done
not vacation time for some
the unsung hero

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – July 5th, 2017, vacation

shallow

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Summer Solstice 


fertile religion
honouring the pagan gods
in lengths of sunshine

Cast a circle; consecrate your space; call the quarters. Prepare your wooden pyre and watch it burn. Honour the earth as the Ancients did – surrounded by trees, connecting feet with dirt and raising hands to the wind, as one. It is time for celebrating, for today is Litha; Alban Heruin; Midsummer; known by all your names. Tomorrow, the light will fade into the dark, rich soil, in which life began and will return, when your fire burns out.

the wheel of the year
has turned once more
turning ever on

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefueille
Summer Solstice Haibun, 100 words

Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: circlewheel, soil 

Author’s Note: Acknowledgements to ThoughtCo for their information on How To Hold a Midsummer Night’s Fire Ritual.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Animal Parade 

Take me to the clouds
Beyond the reach of this land
Spirit me away.

When I first opened my eyes, I saw glittering stars. A black abyss surrounding the diamonds in my mind. But as my cloudy eyes began to focus, I realised I was lying on the grass; a witness to the drifting white cumulus in a pale winter sky. As a young girl, I would often lie this way. Constructing a parade of elephants, dragons, birds and other creatures, slowly morphing from one to the next.  I tried to smile at the memory, but it hurt too much. That last hit had been hard; rattling my teeth and wobbling my brain. I had to leave him.

Take me to the clouds
Beyond the reach of his hands
My spirit now free.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompts:

MLMM Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 24th 2017, Word: clouds

Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: create (used synonym ‘constructing’)

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at Haibun (it’s a day of firsts today!). Thanks to Margaret Chula for her Guidelines for Writing Haibun in English. My haibun today follows the Haiku/Prose/Haiku structure and was inspired by Australia’s ongoing battle with violence against women/ family violence. I myself have been a victim and as a teacher, witness daily, the trauma of children living with family violence. We must do better.