Recycled thought, haibun of a sort.
__I am the splash that missed the funnel's gaping mouth; free, and not locked in this bottle of someone else's preset dreams, I trickle down this bottle's glassn' side and evaporate into... my own adventure.
a free drop
travels its chosen path
this bird flys
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
13 comments:
Magyar,
I don't need my brain to understand this stunner; the visceral feel is powerful....pajamas
Escape and freedom captured so beautifully...
this is such a beautiful haibun, i love the freedom of expression which resonates so 'succinctly'; without invitation, the reader enters your moment
much love
gillena
What an amazing haibun...the concept, the message...fine work, Magyar!!!
Another great one!
Lovely Sunday to you:)
Your text is as beautiful and as enchanting as your Haiku, I love the magic you weave :)
Good haiibun - a lot to think about Magyar...
like the romantic idealism of your adventurous path, pure lovely words...
thank you very much for your fine haibun and nice haiku.
I introduced you to our readers on the website 'Akita International Haiku Network' on January 23.
Please check it out:http://akitahaiku.wordpress.com/.Best wishes,
Hidenori Hiruta
excellent M
john
...as I continue to 'trickle down the bottle,' I thank you all for your kind comments. _m
Spiritus ---
an emptied bottle
filled with
free breathing
hmn.? four lines?
But nothing between the lines...
Anyway; cheers, _M
...and here, flies mis-spelled. I choose it as such. To me a fly flies, and a bird or butterfly... flys. Some sort of licence here?__thanks all! _m
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