excise the superfluous
distil to the essence
strip away fat
reveal the bones
expose meaning to the light
and then write
Tonight is Open Link Night over at dVerse. No theme, no particular form, just poetry of your own choice. My offering tonight is very short, but that reflects the whole point of the message!
If you hunger for more – more length, more delicacy, more romance, more form, more poetry, head on over to dVerse and enjoy – take part, even!
I need windscreen wipers for my glasses and a windproof umbrella. My coat needs sleeves with elasticated cuffs to shield my wrists from the chill deluge. I need shoes that don’t let the water in, that are impervious to the puddles. I need to love the rain. I relax into the squall, lift my eyes to the skies, admire the lowering clouds, see them pregnant and heavy with fat, luscious raindrops, relax my shoulders and smile. My fellow commuters, marching head-down across London Bridge might think me mad if they took a moment to look up from their intense march towards the office, the coffee shop, the cafe, the next bus stop. But if they did take that moment to look around them, perhaps that might mean they were rejoicing in Nature in all her English summer unpredictability too?
Lifting my eyes
to the clouds over sky-line
I become raindrops.
This is my first attempt at dVerse Haibun Monday – and how apt! This evening the sky was cloudless as I left London, and it was beautifully warm. This morning – well, it felt like Autumn, with wind, intense rain and to top it all – yep, it was Monday. The haibun does indeed reflect what happened – I realised I was making myself tense and a little bit more than a little bit fed up with fighting the elements, so decided to go with the flow. And believe me, there was a great deal of water swirling in the air and on the pavements!
Thank you to Toni for hosting! I hope my offering is what she is looking for. I’m no expert at haibun, am a little ‘light’ on what a ‘proper’ haibun is like, but I think I’ve gone some way to achieving what has been asked for!
Yokoburi is Japanese for ‘driving rain’. Who knew there were so many words for different types of rain, as Toni kindly shares with us?
Why not join in, or if you don’t feel up to it, at least pop on over and read what others have offered up?
My sandpaper throat
was only eased with liquid
gold – pure firewater.
For twenty five years
I have not touched a single
drop – teetotaller.
Here are my two entries to our favourite Francophile’s Household Haiku Challenge, where this week TJ invites us to write a haiku (or two, or three, or more) inspired by the word ‘dry’ and/or his spiky photograph – a cactus.
This is the reboot of TJ’s original theme of items from around the house. A change is as good as a rest, no?
This is a fun and short prompt – so why not take part? And in case you’re wondering – no, I’m not an alcoholic!
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