I will show you fear in a handful of dust. – T.S. Eliot
Fear not, for behold… – Luke 2:10
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Not enough. Not enough. Not enough. Her heart thumps the words again and again to the tune of the clock that tocks out the minutes left to not get it all right. She writes, fights for words and breath and be. She sees to teens, gleans what she can from an impossible sky. There’s a ruffled breeze that says be still, but still she rushes to and fro and knows it’s not enough.
Success is a (cherry) pie chart half eaten. Failure is the sticky plate, untasted. There is no balance in between.
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a lone lark sings spring.
all borrowed light and silence,
the moon hides her face.
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Toni’s awesome haibun prompt over at dVerse. Come play.
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De dear, this is gorgeous. I know this fear this feeling all too well. It never seems to enough does it? The haiku is spectacular. The whole haibun sings like your poetry. I like the way you have made this form your own while respecting the form itself.
Thanks, Toni. This means so much, coming from you. Honestly, I sort of fear the haibun, as I always hope (and strive) to respect the form, but don’t always feel like I am skilled enough to do so. Thank you.
Like I said, you did good! I like how the form flows. and yes, you did respect the form which when it isn’t respected, annoys me deeply. It’s like, we respect the sonnet, the ghazal, the anapestic feet of other forms, why do we screw around with the Japanese forms like haibun and haiku? I don’t know and I am sorry to get started on this. but you did and always do an excellent job.
A lesson for us all to savor the journey and not waste time fearing the destination. Well written!
I like pie
I like the comparison between the half-eaten and sticky pie chart.
Cut that pie (chart) and serve it up…a la mode!
I feel your fear thumping through ~ My favorite part is:
Success is a (cherry) pie chart half eaten. Failure is the sticky plate, untasted. There is no balance in between.
And your moon haiku is gorgeous ~
Beautifully written. Love your haiku.
Perhaps you even share a fear with Luke who felt he could do things better than others saying ” It seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee…” or perhaps you share the self-proclaimed Puritanical temperament of Eliot with the desire to produce.
I do not share that temperament, or need to rush to and fro, but you captured it well in your haibun. Perhaps my fault is the opposite: I often settle for enough when perhaps I should not. You made me think about the difference in such temperaments.
I don’t have that temperament either but could feel your urgency coming through loud and clear! I too like how you make the haibun your very own…it’s perfectly you, De!
Whew…powerful compulsion in this–evocative and familiar. That urge to perfect. And then the gentle haiku…that is perfection.