Haibun Monday *The Path*


I have always thought there is nothing similar to the feeling of walking barefoot through a meadow on a summer morning when everything around is just about to wake up. The glistening dew drops, softly bending the blades of grass. Petals of the blossoms, still moist before opening and longing to be caressed by the first ray of light. The wonder to be a part of all that magic every step of the way is almost tingling – as nature’s energy flows in, resonating from toes through every cell of my body.
If there’s anything close to that experience, it is the touch of the beach. Either tiptoeing through the sun scorched sand to the edge of water or just enjoying the tickle and tease of waves. Whispering, alluring or maybe simply teaching to feel. Yes, to notice and understand, to admire, appreciate and never to destroy. Isn’t it one of the paths to find harmony – not only with people around but with nature and oneself in the first place? I am still learning that and, most probably, I always will. Without a pair of shoes, left somewhere far behind…

side by side
fresh footprints in the wet sand
-seagull’ s and mine

dVerse Poets Haibun Monday

Hamish Gunn *Aquila (Eagle) – a Haibun*

Līgo Haibun Challenge – The Mountain Is Calling. A Love Confession


It is a choice between “Guitar” and “Mountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week – it couldn’t be something else than the second one for me…

Do you know the feeling of falling in love from the first sight and realising it is for the rest of your life? I do. I know exactly how it feels…with hundreds of butterflies, fluttering their wings inside me every time we meet.

Today, wandering through memories, I try to remember how far back does our history go. Most probably it was the end of the 1980′ s, somewhere in Austria when I was swept off my feet by you for the very first time. In amazement and admiration, experiencing something I had just seen in movies and read about before. The majestic power only a mountain possesses – so raw, leaving footprints for the years yet to come. I have been fortunate enough to see you in many different moods – when the first buds of almond trees were just about to burst in spring, and looking over a hive of bees in a fragrant summer meadow. On a path, observing patiently the indecision of autumn leaves between ablush and golden. Yes, I also remember almost stoic peace of yours right in the middle of the white winter loneliness that for some reason you kept calling solitude. Ups and downs. Twists and turns. Countries and borders.

your silhouette
in a pile of photos
disappears. appears

There have been times when you seemed so distant, almost unapproachable but we all have our moments, don’ t we? And after those magical hours, spent together awaiting for the first sunlight to caress your rugged cheek, a lot of other things just lost their importance. No matter in which corner of the world I have found myself, there has always been longing, a hope to see you. A curve. A peak. Even if only for a moment in a distance. Until we meet again.

heavy raindrops
drawing peaks on window pane
-mountains of memories

Līgo Haibun Challenge


Līgo Haibun Challenge – Word Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week it is time for the Word Prompt. Be inspired by one of the words below, taken from the haibun in the past week:




If you have never written a haibun before, you can find more information here:  http://www.gunns-cabinfever.pw/about-haibun.html

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


Līgo Haibun Challenge – Video Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge with another Video Prompt!

This week there’ re selected two songs by an American singer-songwriter Jim Croce ( more about him here: http://fly-indie.weebly.com/ligo-haibun/ligo-haibun-challenge-video-week ). Please be inspired by one of the videos to write your haibun:


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


Līgo Haibun Challenge – Visual Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge! It is the new mid-week timing now, so that Līgo haibun runs one midweek and one weekend posting.

This week we have a Visual Prompt and there are two images to inspire you. As usual – choose one of them to write your haibun.



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


Līgo Haibun Challenge – Quote Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week there’ re selected two quotes about writing by a German philologist, philosopher, cultural critic, poet and composer Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzche. Please be inspired by one of them:

“The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.”


“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”

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


Līgo Haibun Challenge – Video Prompt

As we walk deeper in autumn over here, the oldest haibun challenge on the web is back – Līgo Haibun Challenge is being revived and ready to keep going!

This time we start with something new – a Video Prompt. Following the good, old scheme, you can choose one of the videos as inspiration to write a haibun.


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

Friday Fictioneers: 100-Words Story Challenge *Best Kept Secret*


He kept me hidden. Nobody knew I was here, and I had no clue where “here” was. Nor how much time had passed since I woke up in this room for the first time. Months? Years? My memories were imprisoned to make any sense. I had become a part of these pale walls, the creaking wooden floor and the ceiling, held together by cobwebs in each corner. Everything but the door. His door.

My only connection to the world outside was a tiny window. The dusty glass eye I could reach only tip-toeing to peek at the well-known squares all over again. Recounting them. Hoping for a single soul to appear but there was none. Not until her.

Image courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Carpe Diem Haiku *Silence*


Silence. Between sentences. When breath can be heard and the last letters of the word are still lingering in the air. With the tones of what has been said, mixed with the ones yet to come. Like the grass among the flowers in a meadow, “connecting” them in more than just one way. Making them a part of one whole small complete universe that bursts in more colours than a rainbow. A combination of strong feelings and all the rolling thoughts that have gathered together. Because of what you have told. Or the way you have said it. How you have found exactly the right letters for the words to become alive.

I read and…there comes that moment. Of silence. While storming emotions are just about to whirl down gently, still vibrating like a string of a violin after the last chord. Right before the powerful wave of applauses. Trying to find the right place back where my heart feels so right. Because of what you have just given. It’s a sign of being touched. Deeply. By your thoughts. An idea. Even if just a word. Touched by your laugh. Or sigh. A silent one.

* * *
your last sentence
still echoes in silence of
my empty room

* * *

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai