I still remember the strong scent of lilacs, almost trapped in the sultry summer air that night. The pitch black sand still radiated afternoon heat in waves around my feet. I had walked for hours but maybe it was much less – any sense of time had disappeared. I didn’ t want to see or hear, I didn’ t need to think and I tried not to feel. Squatting on the ground at the pond, I wrapped arms around knees, tightly, trying to protect myself…from what? The world seemed so usual but empty and big. Too big.
I nursed my grief as the night embraced everything in the dark veil. Lights went out one after another, and the town had gained its peace. The moonlight was all there was left – like the last breath, still reaching out for life.
weeping willow
rigid over the murky water
silence of the frogs
Such powerful words Ese. My heart aches at the image you leave me with.
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It has a certain veil of heaviness and sadness, yes. Even if only in memories, still vivid. Thank you very much!
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we hunted frogs
intrepid adventures, silent stalkers
content with the chase
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Strong, vivid image!
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What a heartfelt haibun – such strong imagery and such a powerful evocation of grief. Wonderful piece.
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I was so with you here…I felt it healing to read especially “I nursed my grief as the night embraced everything in the dark veil. ” Thank you:)
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Such powerful writing, Ese. You painted a tragic picture with your words.
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Stunningly evocative prose Ese! Loved every word.
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Wonderful haibun Ese with a gorgeous haiku to conclude it …
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Thank you, Kristjaan…it was a lovely challenge to be a part of!
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Beautifully written haibun!
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