Watercolour-whisp clouds, drifting as if the merest hint of Chinese White has been dabbed from sable onto Coeruluem Blue. The sky is a vast upturned cup, an endless realm. I stand and stare, transfixed for a moment, forgetting all that the day has laid at my feet.
a trick of the eye
This week, it’s Haibun Monday’s turn over on dVerse (and yes, I am a day late, please forgive me!). The lovely Kanzensakura is our host for the haibun and we have been invited to write on the theme of sky.
I hope you enjoy my offering and please do head on over to dVerse to look up, up and away and enjoy what others have written.
Sitting in a hospital, watching and waiting for my father to die, that was my memory of three years ago. I remember the bizarre juxtaposition of the glorious, scorching summer outside, and sitting in the shadow of partially-drawn curtains, as if the room was already preparing us for mourning, for the stopping of all the clocks. A butterfly danced in the breeze of the oscillating fan, fluttering above our heads as if attempting to lighten the atmosphere, enticing us outside with the glories of Nature dusted brilliantly on its wings. It didn’t seem right that the heady perfume of honeysuckle should still waft in through the half open window whilst life was disappearing in front of our eyes. But on the other hand…
sunlight and fragrance
haunt our days with rich hints of
renewal – the end.
dVerse is back to its normal post-anniversary-celebration schedule, with Haibun Monday! This week, our lovely host Toni has asked us to write on the theme of summer, heat, keeping cool and our memories of the challenges of the dog days.
As you can see from above, my dad died in the summer three years ago, and it was the oddest experience, something so sad and challenging happening in such a heatwave. It didn’t seem quite right.
Please do hop on over to dVerse and see how others have interpreted the challenge – no haibun will be the same as any other!
Oh, and by the way, the name of this pieces is inspired by the opening words of the Jewish prayer, the Mourner’s Kaddish – the words mean ‘glorified and sanctified’.
If I swallowed
from each of
of this world
the joy of this life
craft with words
pleasures so simple
as tea sipped from a china cup
as coffee cake, moist and rich
as sun warming my skin
as my soul unfurling in the lazy afternoon?
would all the dictionaries
in all the worlds
Today, over at Poetic Bloomings, we are asked to find our inspiration from the poem ‘Peaceful Summer Day’ by Gary R Ferris, which you can read in today’s blog post.
I took my inspiration from the line ‘There are no brilliant words that I could ever say’. I hope you enjoy it! Please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to immerse yourself in the poems you find there – and why not take part yourself?