Līgo Haibun Challenge – Picture Prompt

Another week has just begun and it is also time for a  new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week it’s Picture Prompt time and there are two wonderful images by belindabroughton to inspire you.  As usual choose one of them to write your Beautiful Haibun.



Let your imagination flow and send your haibun to our collection here – Beautiful haibun and/or enter it into the link below, please.

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Quote Prompt

Another week is here, bringing along a new Līgo Haibun Challenge. Welcome, everyone! We hope Monday is better for all, as end of the week usually turns out to be a bit more busy.

This is quote week again and here are two of them to inspire you:

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful. – Mae West


Well behaved women rarely make history. – Marilyn Monroe

Choose one of them, let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Picture Prompt

Welcome to another Friday with a new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week it’s Picture Prompt time and there are two wonderful pictures by Brenda Harsham to inspire you. She owns the copyright to them, of course, and is lets them be used for the Līgo haibun this week. 

ArsenalThe Arsenal

DogprintsDog Prints in Snow

As always, choose one for your haibun.  Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please!

More about Līgo Haibun Challenge and Honourable Mentions here: Līgo Haibun Challenge – Images

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Quote Prompt

The day has come and so has the Līgo Haibun Challenge! Welcome everyone! My apologies for not been able to read&comment on your haibun from the last 2 weeks. I haven’t disappeared, just settling down back home after half a year away and it takes a touch more time than planned.

So this week, in innovation week make a choice between haiku or tanka, or pathya vat from Cambodia, or thanbauk from Burma, now Myanmar, to go with your prose. You may also choose another form.

Pathya vat is a four-line poem, with 4 syllables each line – and line 2 and 3 must rhyme.

Thanbauk is poetry of three lines with four syllables on each line. The rhyme pattern of thanbauk is with 4th, 3rd and 2nd syllables rhyming in the 1st, 2nd and 3rd lines.

Let’s generally label the requirements frameworks. In tanka they are (notionally for Līgo Haibun) 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

Should you prefer to use the haiku as is customary, there are 3 forms that are variants. One is the 5-7-5 syllable English language format, which stresses form over meaning. another one that is popular is the haiku over 3 lines with no more than 17 syllables in total, but no line requirement, and the third is freestyle with no syllable count over 3 lines.

You can find more information with examples here: Līgo Haibun Challenge 15/11-22/11

This week is quote prompt week. You do not need to include the quote in the haibun, and normally it is not included but used as inspiration for your haibun. As always, choose one.

It is not enough to know how to ride – you must also know how to fall. – Mexican Proverb


It is solved by walking. – Algerian Proverb

Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck! 

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Word Prompt

Another Friday is here what means it is also time for a new Līgo Haibun Challenge. Welcome! I apologize I haven’ t been able to pay proper attention to all of the entries from the past week. Due to my travelling from the warm end of Europe to the colder one I have been one the road for a couple of days and hope to reach home soon…as well as to get to the reading and enjoying the exquisite writing of yours I have before.

And now – the prompt words for this week:
Mirror       OR       Faery.

Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!


The Līgo Haibun Challenge – Eclipse Of The Heart


There are two prompts for this week’ s Līgo Haibun Challenge:
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin
“Perfect order is the forerunner of perfect horror.” ― Carlos Fuentes.
There’ re times when it’ s all about silence, moon and something more…

I still remember the strong scent of lilacs, like being almost caged in the sultry summer air that night. Sand, looking pitch black, 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 and I wanted all of my senses had gone with it. 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, trying to protect myself…from what? The world seemed so usual but empty and big. Too big.

Yesterday was different. Things had happened according to the plan, they said, and we believed. I did. We weren’ t allowed to enter the room so soon after the operation but could see him through the window. With all the little tubes he looked like from another galactic and so…elusory. The tall, broad – shouldered man my grandfather was, even with the tentacles of disease trying to take over his body, still always having a smile for everyone and a place for me on his lap. One of the safest places on the earth, though my childhood was already long forgotten. But there…it felt like almost something mystical in the ward had torn away everything he use to be, leaving him only with peace. Very illusory one. We returned next morning and they assured us everything was the way it was supposed to be, that there was no need to come back before the evening. And we would have if only there wasn’ t a phone-call, the one you never expect to receive.

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. My heart was howling.

unstoppable time
tears disappear in moonlight
fragility of life

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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – Sense Of Home


This week there are two prompts for the Līgo Haibun Challenge:
Treasure      or      Despair.
After giving some thought to them I ended up at the place where everything usually starts from…

There have been roads, so many of them that all can’ t be found in my memory files anymore. The places pinned on the map quite a few times that the holes in the paper are supposed to tell stories of their own. About going away and returning. For a longer time and not so long but the feeling of coming back home has always been special. Like setting free from the rib cage a trembling sparrow…to finally let me breathe.

weary traveler
from all roads of the world
old one leads home

“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.” /S.Dessen/ Yes, I must admit it has hardly had anything to do with mind but everything – with heart. That tiny corner of the world where pieces of my life’ s puzzle are all over the place. Framed memories of the past, vibrating present and dreamy future. A bit dusty on the shelves, nicely hanging in the wardrobe, almost hidden behind the cupboard doors and forgotten under the bed. Yet all there, all so very much present.

Looking at the walls, I remember laughter of my friends trying to make the wallpaper stick. Deep conversations until the break of dawn. Celebrating ourselves and life. Finding peace in the flickering flame of the last candle. Things are not just things there, they are knitted together with feelings. Echoes of giggles and tears, sounds and silence, leaving and always returning. A part of me – the microcosmos, though connected to the big world out there, still having an order of its own. My treasure.

within four walls
i build the world of my own
the door is open

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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – Swinging Memories

haibun_swingspicture by Pirate

It is a choice between 2 photos on the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week. The one above made me walk down the memory lane. With a smile and a couple of snowflakes on the tip of my nose.

I hadn’t been back home for a long time, in fact – too long, and entering the yard there was a picture perfect in front of my eyes. The swings – so peaceful, without a single sound of the wind slipping through the chains. Only snow softly covering every footprint still visible. A couple of minutes and it all will be well hidden under a white blanket and embraced by night.

old swings
dusted off in memory
footprints from the past

It was like years ago in that late October evening when I was supposed to be upstairs studying and he was supposed to be long gone. But we hardly did what we were supposed to do during the school years and this time was not an exception. We were going up and down, in the rhythm of a falling asleep metronome. My hand in his, sharing the moment and the warmth, turning snowflakes into tiny droplets as soon as they had touched the skin.

The slower the swinging became, the faster got the speed of my heart, almost trying to race itself. The very second a loud squeak of hinges announced we had stopped completely, I felt electrifying heat bursting like a torrent from my lips all the way through my body. For the first time I had melted from a kiss.

tender innocence
nourished in October chill
taste of first kiss

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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – One More Last Time


There are two prompts for the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week:
Fascinating   or   Torture.
Must admit I am amazed by how much there’ s under the surface of a human heart. Usually we choose not to talk about the most but sometimes emotions pour out. Just like that. Even if torturing…

They say family is supposed to be a fortress, well…they are right, in a way at least. But sometimes the walls around are not to protect but only to hide. And to keep up appearances for as long as possible.

Looking in his eyes I knew he would leave. Today, tomorrow, in a week or with the best of luck – after a month, but deep down inside I alway knew he would. There was a hinge of coldness, almost cruel one in his otherwise warm eyes, possessing the color of an oak-tree bark. And those words with a sudden sound of a broken glass that sneaked in our “father – daughter” conversations. That tiny “something” that kept me from pendulating and strenghtened belief he would take the first chance possible to step out. Or to step aside since he returned every time. Again and again. Sometimes to stay for so long I almost fell for his forged “never again” but reality proved me wrong.

I understood it needed time…everything did. For me to patch up my wounds, for him – to find another escape code, for everyone else – to keep pretending everything was fine. Time. That small word with the power of destruction, with an echo that nothing could silence. My most detested enemy.

Counting. Secretly counting. From…to…

continuous draught
in imaginary fortress
no place to hide

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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – The Bittersweet Harmony


There are two prompts for this week’ s Līgo Haibun Challenge:
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough” – R.Tagore
“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful” – E.E. Cummings.
I pressume because of the season and the mood I found myself appreciating moments just like a butterfly…

Those rare sunny blinks; echoes of Indian summer in October are like salt in the eyes. Still very much there, raw and burning… Burning because of being too rare, because of always passing too quickly and because I want to believe they are never supposed to end.

Colors start fading as the first frosts touch the golden foliage. The soft waves curling on the beach grow into roaring power, slapping the sand angrily. Caressing sunbeams reach for my skin but get tangled far up among the grey clouds. No ciccadas chirping their way through the night, nor bird songs greeting the dawn. Only laments of seagulls and vicious caws of crows.

Yet there still are those precious twinklings in between when nature smiles gently as the pace gets slower. Making me realise all the butterflies are still there, flapping their colourful wings safely in my summer memories. Giving me a bit of time to make my peace with what is gone and what is about to come. To look forward more moments to seize. They will be present – very soon, the whirling of white butterflies out there, making the world gain its innocence and hold its breath until…

deep under leaves
i put to rest summer memories
bittersweet moments

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