Monday, March 14, 2016

My First Haibun

The creative folks over at dVerse Poet's Pub have prompted us to write a Haibun this Monday.  I think the most daunting task was combining the short haiku with the longer bit of prose.

I decided to write what I'm most familiar with:  a girl who writes.







Girl at the Café
A Haibun

She sits erect, a cloudy-eyed confection in simple back tights.  Her sweater-dress is a sight for sore eyes in a room too full of lonesome eyes and the steady twang of a guitar strum.  The dated page is almost full, she’s been writing a train-wreck of mixed verse all day.  She’s still nowhere near an arrival, one expectation past expiration and still heady with desire.  The sky is whistling its moon-signal between wooden venetian blinds and table clutter.  The ice-clink of her coffee calls for drink as she bends her head, a silent prayer to Kerouac and Ginsberg. 

She sits center-seat,
Mess of café-talk and words;
World outside the world.

19 comments:

  1. world outside the world... a lovely haibun under that beautiful moon signal whistling sky. Thanks so much for sharing your first haibun here.

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  2. Your prose is full of wit and charm. I specially admire your description of writer:

    The dated page is almost full, she’s been writing a train-wreck of mixed verse all day. She’s still nowhere near an arrival, one expectation past expiration and still heady with desire.

    Lovely haibun and thanks for joining us Stacy ~

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  3. I agree. Sometimes it's impossible to find inspiration. It's better to just stare at the moon. I'm glad she did, this is nice.

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  4. ... a silent prayer to ... We all have our inspirational writers - and sometimes they can be intimidating ;) Lovely 1st haibun.

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  5. The writer's description is wonderful. Hard to believe this is your first haibun.

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  6. Excellent haibun Stacy enjoyed it very much.

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  7. I really love this, I always feel the the beat poets connect so well to the Japanese tradition... I have always dreamt of writing poetry in a public place like this... The prose is pure poetry, and flows so well here Stacy. Haibun is addictive, and I think you will find its variations wonderful.

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  8. your creative prose is so appreciated. the chosen solitude you created amidst the clinking of coffee cups and other lonely selves...a world outside the world. then your haibun to encapsulate is so simply descriptive. love this

    gracias for sharing your talent

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  9. Love that the sky is whistling its moon-signal! I can picture the coffee house scene so well through your words! It is indeed its own world.

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  10. I am deeply, deeply enamored of this sentence:
    "The sky is whistling its moon-signal between wooden venetian blinds and table clutter."

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  11. I love the "world outside the world". Removing ourselves to put ourselves closer to our truth. Well done for your first!

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  12. wonderful and this - can't we all relate?! she’s been writing a train-wreck of mixed verse all day

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  13. ... one expectation past expiration... I love that. Great scene you painted. And the language is rhythmic, like song lyrics.

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  14. Love everything about this haibun. I can see the pages she's writing on, hear the café chatter, and taste the yummy drink. And the speaker's outfit? Oh goodness, I think I own it, too. ;-)

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  15. Yes! Love the world outside a world portion...it can truly feel like that. :)

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Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!