Present tense.

I sit wedged between the shantung clung to my arm and a cat into my side, dazed. I rocked shut the outside, preferring the rattles from the A/C. I vanished into the summer, the rain—a moment where my arm wasn’t in a brace; I’d call it death in a shantung, but that might be melodramatic. I don’t need that.

The sun garden path, an endless horizon, as I was carried onto the grass. After falling, I chose to lie down in the middle of the road, no earnest sense except shaking, and children on bikes silently passing by. I may have shed a tear if I were alone, and until I was stripped of grievous reason I put myself in a reality equaled only to repudiation. The world in its deepest corner effused my bone.

II.

Only the sand left
when I was a child, a dream,
holding my father’s hand.

I stare.

There is only now an ache in my arm resting in a brace. A thematic that pains me now is poetry. I elapse in it until I can’t; almost like withdrawals. Now it’s over and I can no longer, at this moment in time, dip into it as I once have. If I were to be honest with you, I’ve been slowly feeling this way since last summer. A blood-flow of poems in sentiment I most liked to indulge in, now feels empty as the bedrock of men. I imagine the azure is brighter right now, not a murmur or a thread; yet that alone dims the air I breathe in memory—fragmented and silent. Maybe I wrote this more for myself than for you. I don’t know.

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Written for the dVerse prompt 4/26/21: Write a haibun that expresses the present moment.




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31 replies

  1. The opening and the end paragraph are so powerful

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  2. Only the sand left
    when I was a child, a dream,
    holding my father’s hand.

    I stare. ❤️

    Yesterday I watched a short cartoon movie based on love of a daughter and her father. So, I can relate to your words.

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  3. Beautiful! I feel as though there are layers in this that I don’t understand but are there for those who are able to.

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  4. I like the deep heartfelt feelings that come through in your writing. Sounds like life is getting more and more difficult for you. I love the idea of being so immersed in poetry that you can hardly pull your self back Well done Lucy
    Dwight

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  5. Beyond the shimmering sand
    And a comforting hand
    I sense a spirit in command

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  6. Well what you wrote here is poetry to me Lucy. We all experience times when it’s harder to write, and shouldn’t be hard on ourselves about it. Sorry to learn of your injury.

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  7. Lucy, I wish you a full healing!

    A blood-flow of poems in sentiment I most liked to indulge in, now feels empty as the bedrock of men.

    This is sad 😦

    I love your poems so much.


    David

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    • David, my apologies for not seeing this comment sooner. It was somehow in spam.

      I thank you for your kindness and words. I value them really much and I would be lying if I didn’t say that reading them have given me a bit of my spirit back. I’m so happy you enjoy my work. I love your poetry too.

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  8. Nothing worse for a writer than to injure your writing arm, Lucy. I’m glad you have a cat for company. Great use of sound here, with just the ‘rattles from the A/C’, which makes the moment all the more painful. The haiku is so poignant, as is ‘A blood-flow of poems in sentiment I most liked to indulge in now feels empty as the bedrock of men.’

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  9. “A blood-flow of poems in sentiment I most liked to indulge in”
    “Maybe I wrote this more for myself than for you. I don’t know”

    These two lines capture so much of my history with poetry. This was a fantastic read, thank you

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  10. Sending positive energy your way, Lucy. Be better …. your haibun is powerful, powerful.

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  11. Oh, poor you with that arm, but having a cat to vedge against must be better than any brace… hope you get will soon.

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  12. That last line hits deep, amazing poem! And make sure to rest, I won’t be playing much guitar without you 😁

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    • Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I’m sorry I haven’t been talkative lately, the arm has been getting me down a bit.

      I’m getting rest, not to worry. Fortunately for me, I’ve been told sleep helps with recovery, and I like sleep so… 👀

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  13. This was such a deep and heartfelt piece. Thank you for sharing 🖤

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  14. “Get well, get well soon” 🙂

    Funny to read how it hit us hard at the same time.

    I really like this poem, Im gonna make drawing for it, though might take a little cause I just started to feel normal again and I havent draw at all in some time.

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