Contemporary Haibun Online: An Edited Journal of Haibun (Prose with Haiku & Tanka Poetry)

Donna Fleischer

 

Songliness

On this chill, grey streak afternoon, a triangle of robins appears near the rim of the French window where I sit, trying to write, end up seeing only them, their fresh concentration on a wild red clover field. Every eye tilted for movement, sound, vibration.

There had been only minutes of raindrops, the kind one can count. Not enough to raise any earthworms. Yet there they stand staring at the ground. Their lives depend upon getting enough calories to sleep somewhere through the cold night and wake up with the sun, begin again. Our human tasks, by comparison, with diamond drill complicate, frack, pollute, radiate the sucked dry honeycombs.

These days I write much the same way. Bore into white paper sheet, computer screen, topographic font, space bands, contour, hoping to bring to surface something necessary felt there.

open window,
with Mompou’s song
morning birds join in

Source: Contemporary Haibun Online: An Edited Journal of Haibun (Prose with Haiku & Tanka Poetry)

  1. Great!

    Alan

  2. What great sweet concentration on the things of the world that transpires from what you write!

    • oh, dear Marina, how I miss you and trust you are well enough in the nearest to the ninth circle we can get in this life, and that you know how much you are loved and cherished. Your being, your being there, and your being here, are announced in the return of Spring in my breast, like the robin. How lucky I am for your friendship and one of the best readers of my work ever! Your friend, Donna

    • dmf
    • May 7th, 2020

    poet cities

  3. Hi Donna, great haibun. Your hungry robins contrast tellingly with man’s abuse of nature. And I see in your writing method, as described, much applicable to the creative process generally, in all the arts.

    Your haibun, with its poetic imagery, rhythm and vision, sings off the page to me: “Songliness” indeed! A haibun to savour, yes.

    Keep safe and well,

    Paul

    • Hello, dear Paul – wish you could see me leaping into the air from your words and appreciation of the poem. So encouraging and so well written. Thank You! And you, too, please take best care, your friend, Donna

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