Half a Haibun 5
I was delighted to be asked by Mek at 10000hoursleft to participate in her collaborative “Half a Haibun” series. She gamely agreed to me taking liberties with the form as well.
Her response is a wonderful combination of ideas and images that gives me new insight into my own words and art.
This is #5 in the series…be sure to click on the links to #1-4.
Thanks Mek! (and next time Nina has promised to join us)
We send shadows through the air.
We look to the sky for the whispers of birds.
Are we on the verge of remembering feathers?
a flight of fancy
serendipity’s green light
d n a in dance
fibonacci hearts beat one…
one, two- counting yellow bricks
On the Verge. Junk mail art by Kerfe Roig
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I love how you work the math and science into this.
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I know, I love how she did that too. And Oz! Because aren’t we all on the yellow brick road, trying to remember how to fly?
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🙂
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We never did fly, not ever, not once. The penguin flies still but in water. But it is the ostrich that has heritable memories of regrets.
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Perhaps not as birds do. But I suspect all of our interactions with being alive are quite different than those of birds…
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Yes
The fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
I hope my reply came across as a response to your poetry not as pedantry. To me it is a sad reflection that it seems probable that not once in our own evolutionary line did we fly.
I have piloted an aircraft … once. Flying was almost easy compared to landing. I can see it might be gloriously liberating, once I can get my fingers to stop gripping so tightly.
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There’s a poem or story in the idea of flying being easy compared to landing…
The longing (or urge) is certainly there in our narratives, myths, and dreams.
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I feel like I have memories of flight…or maybe wishful thinking? 🐣🐤🐥
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Me too. It comes from someplace deep inside. (K)
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Yes!
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Thanks Merril & Kerfe (or is it Nina?). I have Kerfe’s words and image to thank for digging the words out of some mysterious place 😊
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I think everything I do comes out of a mysterious place, surprising me every time. Not to mention that everything I read or see or experience sets off trains of thought that end up in some faraway place…(K)
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I feel that way too. And when it hasnt come like that, the end result feels forced.
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Gorgeous
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Thanks!
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Amazing feeling seeing the collage and reading your words! Feels like flying!
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Thanks Leonie!
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What is a haibun?
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Two points of view:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/haibun-poems-poetic-form
http://www.hsa-haiku.org/archives/HSA_Definitions_2004.html#Haibun
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Thank you. One learns something new everyday 🙂
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It’s still hard for me to understand, if that’s any comfort!
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For me, yes, it is written in my notebook and hopefully will be incorporated ‘March Words’. Although, most things in my notebook never see the light of day again!
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I know that feeling only too well.
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