This... first seen at wonderhaikuworlds.
_I took a step, then a second and a third... thus began my trek along this beach of writers. I glance back and see my footmarks fade and flatten under these waves of words. A sand castle tumbles.
each grain
is this sandcastle
the tide rises
_In a faded moment, I liken myself to a mere grain of sand along this shore of poets; a grain of sand that can never write, but can only witness. I am the simple scribe of what I see and hear, touch and taste, and smell. I dream.
sunset
this salty surf throbs
a song of roses
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
9 comments:
A lovely haibun, Magyar. I like the juxtaposition of the beach and writer's group.
Nora, I know you've seen this one before... perhaps I'll post some new haibun shortly. I thank you!
I like both, the second one more, Magyar
may be for a kind of likeness..i feel the same way :)
wishes,
devika
A good haibun Magyar, I like this very much.
A short story and a poem is a good concept.
_Sight, sunset; taste, salty; feel. throbs; sound, song; smell, roses; hidden senses?
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Oh you took my breath away, so many poetic forms I don't know of, and I keep on being bewildered, bravo Magyar
the word verification says imartal I think it's immortal in Magyar speak lol
ssssssso much fizzling in the second ... I like it very much, _m.
Best wishes
Ralf
Oh! This is stunning Magyar - you've included all the senses too.
"this salty surf throbs
a song of roses" - gosh I love these lines. Simply beautiful haibun.
Intriguing and evocative.
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