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We hold our selves together with intricate skin, a spill of freckled stars. You asked me what I’m made of, and I’ll show you: the scattered trails of these woods. The way the flowers ache and fade. A fragment of sky poured through fractured branches. A strain of song laced through, to keep the wolves at bay. When someday they find my bones, please, tell them: these were my veins.
what of flutter?
wind forever changes
the face of broken.
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It’s Haibun Monday time over at dVerse. Some gorgeous photos by Susan Judd to inspire. Come play!
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I love this 100 times over. The terse, poetic phrasing, beginning with the very first word to the last line of the haiku is just delicious. I have run out of superlatives. I find that beauty is even more intense just because of our fragility and that of all creation.
Thank God for bones. Otherwise I’d just be a blue eyed, grey haired jellyfish. Not a pretty picture. Thanks, I’m glad the winds of change blow, even if they don’t blow my way.
There is so much to like in your words. I’ll remember the “the way the flowers ache.” Wow.
Beautifully expressed De, in so few words so much said.
This says how we humans are just as much a part of nature as anything else…no more, no less, but how exquisitely you put it! Love this so much, De.
This is just lovely: the sense of wholeness in fragmentation– beautiful. K.
This is outstanding. You have said so much in your tightly woven prose and the haiku is the icing on the cake. Loved it.
“intricate skin, a spill of freckled stars” your imagery is absolutely exquisite. i love how much unspoken emotion is poured into the physicality of these words.
De, this is just gorgeous: ‘intricate skin, a spill of freckled stars’ and ‘fragment of sky poured through fractured branches’. Then I read the haiku!
De, you make everything exceptional… your prose make me think about it all… and the last sentence is perfect.
When someday they find my bones, please, tell them: these were my veins.
Just simply beautiful!
“Wind forever changes the face of broken.” There is something comforting about that. Lovely.
I love the way this piece feels conversational…one of those deep talks about the ends of things and beginnings of others. Beautiful, de…always. ♥
Unique and lovely take on the photo…we are “the face of broken”. Your haibun is a delicate beauty.