Category: Haibun

Left-handed in a Dream

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A Haibun

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She dreamt she was left-handed – sun tilting just right on her pale skin. Did it make her wise? Was she on a spiritual journey? Would she wake up left-handed? She hadn’t realized just how quickly life was flashing before her eyes. A race stood before her, but her legs were tired of running. The dream wouldn’t be the end of this conundrum. When your mother names you “Memory”, dreams are the last things on your mind.

right-handed she was
but left in a dream deferred
breaking past curses

An update on Jernee: Jernee’s vet visit was yesterday for the seizure she had last Sunday. They did blood work and did an overall checkup, too. Her vet said her left back paw has a delayed reflex response, which is a spinal cord issue and can be coming from her brain (possible growth or tumor). To determine what’s going on and confirm a growth or tumor, an MRI is recommended. The cost is expected to be anywhere from $3,000 to $5,000.00. This only confirms if there’s a growth or a tumor; this does not prevent the seizures, and neither would the medication if she is prescribed medication (it only stops the frequency of them and may make them milder).

For now (as per the vet’s request), I’ll monitor her, keep a seizure log, and if they happen more frequently and last longer, we can discuss end-of-life options. I am going to buy a camera and set it up in my living room, so there will be video coverage of Jernee while I am away at work. I want to make sure my baby isn’t having any seizures when I am not at home. And now . . . I miss working from home. *Sighs* Such is life and life still won’t defeat me.

Tina (A repost)

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A Haibun

Tina Turner, image from Smooth Radio

I have decided to give you your flowers while you’re still here. A wonder–a mystic amongst Gods and the ungodly. You have always been captivating. I never wanted to sing. I never wanted to dance. But I have always wanted to write, and you paved the way for me to have this voice–my voice in a world of chaotic flows and shiftless thoughts. You have conquered a sea of endless pain and lived to testify.

Millions of people sing your songs at the top of their lungs–breaths poured into the air that land at your feet. We still stand in awe of you; so incredibly in love with you, we speak your name . . . Tina.

Legends can be born
To be what legends should be
You are so much more

And now, one of my favorite Tina Turner songs.

Tina Turner, What’s Love Got To Do With It?

I wrote this poem and shared it here on November 26, 2022, when this amazing Queen was still breathing. She still lives. She always will. Rest in Power.

Tina

trE

A Haibun

Tina Turner, image from Smooth Radio

I have decided to give you your flowers while you’re still here. A wonder–a mystic amongst Gods and the ungodly. You have always been captivating. I never wanted to sing. I never wanted to dance. But I have always wanted to write, and you paved the way for me to have this voice–my voice in a world of chaotic flows and shiftless thoughts. You have conquered a sea of endless pain and lived to testify.

Millions of people sing your songs at the top of their lungs–breaths poured into the air that land at your feet. We still stand in awe of you; so incredibly in love with you, we speak your name . . . Tina.

Legends can be born
To be what legends should be
You are so much more

And now, one of my favorite Tina Turner songs.

Tina Turner, What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Back Then – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Photo from author’s blog

This poem is in response to the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in the publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium.  Thank you trE for the opportunity for shared reflection. Noticings are always within reach if your eyes are open. A friend’s phone call, text photo, or cherished smile from six feet away can keep your cup from emptiness. Yet […]

Back Then – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

Many of you have seen my post here about the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in my publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium. Above is a response to it from a writer here in our WordPress community, Ali Grimshaw. I follow her for her vivid imagination, her peaceful approach to creativity, and her ability to conquer a writing prompt.

I am glad she responded and took on the challenge. Give her haibun a read, it’s definitely worth it, beautiful people.

Out of Touch – Pandemic Haibun Challenge — Becoming Unstuck

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Thanks to my dear friend, Tre, for hosting this challenge! Before the pandemic, I wasn’t aware that so many people would miss physical contact with others. How could I not have known something so obvious? By not having thought about it before. I have a bad tendency to scoff at people who are touchy-feely. The […]

Out of Touch – Pandemic Haibun Challenge — Becoming Unstuck

Many of you have seen my post here about the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in my publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium. Above is a response to it from a writer here in our WordPress community, Magarisa. Mags is a dear friend of mine; we don’t need to speak every single day or week or month, but we are linked to one another in a way that cannot be described. We always meet back up in the middle, and it’s a beautiful thing.

I follow her for the peace she possesses, her love of language and sharp imagery, and her ability to single-handedly murder a writing prompt.

scarlet ~ a haibun — Mindfills

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Scarlet dreams in white silence course through my veins in autumn contemplation. Will it ever be the same? Two years of you and me in our haven of unreality. Us against the virulent, vicious world. And then through the cracks of our front door, a sliver of light of tomorrows whispered, beckoned, lured, you and […]

scarlet ~ a haibun — Mindfills

Many of you have seen my post here about the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in my publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium. Above is a response to it from a writer here in our WordPress community, Sangeetha. I follow her for the depth of her words, her strength of brevity, and the creativity she wields that has no end.

This haibun touched me and moved me, and I am thankful for this community.