Illustrator
The oaks turn gold, glorious with loss. Fate and light seem the same. And on this warm November morning I wonder where and what my late sister is. Does she illustrate herself, with the finest pen of lifetimes? Does she sit, satisfied, in the house she always wanted, looking out the window to everywhere?
mommy, mommy
last words
first
April 15th, 2016 at 12:46 pm
Each part independently v moving – together, wow.
autumn rain
I beg my mum
to haunt me
(Frozen Butterfly 1)
April 15th, 2016 at 1:00 pm
deeply moving
April 15th, 2016 at 1:33 pm
Poignant!
April 15th, 2016 at 2:03 pm
I find your haibun haunting and beautiful Bill. Thanks for sharing it with us. KLP
in a landscape
of flawlessly captured light
a painter’s brushstrokes
beckon me beyond
winter fields
(Ribbons, tanka café 2012)
April 15th, 2016 at 2:48 pm
Beautifully written and versed!
A heightened sense of emotion and wonder comes through in each line.
An enjoyable read!
April 15th, 2016 at 6:13 pm
Beautiful haibun and the the haiku adds. A very emotional reading, and I imagine writing.
From the heart.
April 15th, 2016 at 7:18 pm
Loss has been so beautifully etched in this haibun.
Thanks for sharing this
April 17th, 2016 at 5:15 am
Wow – haunting medicine – well done
April 18th, 2016 at 8:05 am
Wonderful writing! Thank you!
April 18th, 2016 at 2:14 pm
Bill, welcome to Tinywords. Fabulous debut here. A good haibun really sets off the accompanying haiku. It brings a context to a poem, and when done as well as this one, enhances the intensity of the aesthetic and emotional experience. Often we read the works of Basho as stand-alone haiku, forgetting that many of his most renowned works are actually part of his travel journal haibun, So Bill is in the very best company with this work. Congratulations and thanks for joining us. I look forward to reading more of your poetry in future.
Strider
April 20th, 2016 at 1:33 am
What an opening line – I simply love 'glorious with loss.' A beautiful haibun.
marion