Septembers lived and lost now gather together in repertoire, a concert without music, a melody only heard by me. September always carries for me a particular sadness. I pack up my produce while i preserve the bounty. I pickle, can, and jar summer and hope to taste the sun when deep-freeze buries us deep in darkness, usually to discover later much goes unopened or unwanted.
Time never says goodbye
This September was a bit different. No bounty from my hand, except mint from my garden, and crushed between my fingers, will rise and waft, dance through the oncoming seasons to the lyrics I alone may hear. Such as it is, with no applause, I am content.
What I call denial, or betrayal, I am learning to call my survival.
God strums in perfect rhythm
Dversepoets.com Monday Haibun. Our host, Xenia Tran writes,
“you are invited to create a haibun about September and a special moment you experienced during this month or are looking forward to.
The prose can be narrative, lyrical or terse and the ku can be either a three-line haiku or a monoku (haiku in a single line).
You can have alternating blocks of prose and verse, as long as the total word count does not exceed 250 words.ā
So, Iām not sure about the monokus.
Good lines:
“Time never says goodbye
God strums in perfect rhythm”
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Thanks Frank. Its a good thing God has rhythm cause I don’t have much,
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This month has a bit of sadness too when summer is done. Love this line:
God strums in perfect rhythm
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Thank you Grace!
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Beautifully done Mary, the monoku are so brief they create a lovely space for reflection š
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Thank you so much. I read about your dogs. Beautiful! My brother adopts Golden Retrievers. I attracr mice…I refuse to adopt them…š¤£š¤£
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“A melody only heard by me”: your wistful words help us to hear it too, the sadness and the trust in God’s “perfect rhythm.”
~ Dora
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I’m so glad you hear it too. Thank you Dora!
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I love the idea of “tasting the sun” in the darkness of winter and the metaphors of season and change. You gently elude to a shift, a change. Sometimes swaying really is the best approach.
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Thank you so much Mish!
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that last line is so reassuring. gave so much peace.
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I’m so happy it brought peace. Thank you!
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There are so many stunning lines in this. Beautiful haibun, in every way, but again, some breathtaking lines.
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Thank you so much for your heartfelt words.
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