tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56492442824511462512024-03-14T14:14:16.733+01:00Haibun By ChèvrefeuilleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649244282451146251.post-44638960946404267072013-02-08T10:36:00.001+01:002013-02-09T03:01:13.657+01:00MELT<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Another challenge? Writing an every week haibun on a given prompt. Haibun is prose and poetry melted <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">together and I think I will try that challenge. I hope I can keep on contributing to this haibun-challenge. OK Let’s go.</span></span></span></div>
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Also shared with Rebecca's <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2013/02/haiku-my-heart-home.html" target="_blank">Haiku My Heart</a> at <a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/" target="_blank">Recuerda mi corazon</a></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">After the rough and cold winter. Snow is finally melting. I can smell Spring and in wonder I will look to the sprouting trees and bushes as if I saw it for the first time. <br />I bow my head in front of Buddha who’s smile is seen again now the snow has melted.</span></span></span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11Nederland52.132633 5.291265999999950549.637879999999996 0.12769199999995084 54.627386 10.454839999999951tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649244282451146251.post-68320272239866159862012-10-12T01:53:00.000+02:002012-10-12T01:55:24.702+02:00The Hot Summer of 1998, a haibunSomewhere in the hot Summer of 1998 it was I thought, but it easily could be in another hot Summer. I was on a holiday with my family in Benidorm (Spain).<br />
My wife and I were walking along the beach late on an evening. It was still warm and we were very much in love. We walked hand in hand, sometimes stood still to kiss eachother. Somewhere along the beach there was a group of palmtrees with a nice little bench. We sat down and watch to the sea and Isla de Benidorm. <br />
It was told that once a giant had broke a piece of the mountains in the backland of Benidorm and had thrown it into the sea. I wonder ...<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">In the backlands of Benidorm I saw a mountain with a gap that looks very similar with the Isla de Benidorm. In front of my eyes I saw the giant brake of the big piece of the mountain and threw it into the sea. What a sight. That big piece of rock made the sea rise and a Tsunami rolled towards the seashore breaking on the beach. The foam swirlled every where.</span><br />
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A little smile on my face made my wife laugh. 'What are you thinking of?' she asked. I shook my head. 'Nothing my dear'. I answered. 'Nothing'. Hand in hand we walked back to our appartement and drank a little wine ... afterwards ... well ... it's up to you to fill in this gap. (smiles)</div>
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<b style="color: #073763;">thrown into the sea</b><br />
<b style="color: #073763;">a pebble bounches a few times</b><br />
<b style="color: #073763;">I feel a giant</b><br />
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Well ... it was fun to write this haibun ... enjoy the read ...<br />
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Also published and shared on: <a href="http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.nl/2012/10/thursday-short-story-slam-week-29.html" target="_blank">Bluebells Book's Thursday Short Story Slam week 29</a><br />
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It's early in the morning of March 21, the start of Spring. I love this morning. Its every year a great day to me. Celebrating Spring ... the young green leaves start to bloom and all those blossoming trees. Birds chanting and lambs in the field. Spring ... the beginning of the light part of the year.<br />
After the dark time of autumn and winter finally the light has come back. Today the sun is shining bright when I come out of my bed. "Yes", I think ... finally I can go out sitting in the sun. I have a nice garden with lovely trees and bushes and when it's a sunny day I go out. Love to feel the sun on my skin. "At last. Spring is there. I go out with the kids playing in the park and do some fishing in the pond. I smell the blooming flowers, narcissus, crocus, clover, the cherry and plum blossoms. Awesome! This is my time of the year.<br />
Spring ... a season of new life, new beginnings and young animals and birds. It's also my season to write haiku. I have written a lot of Spring haiku mostly about the blossoming trees of Cherry and Plum. Today it's the first day of Spring a light breeze caresses my hair and my body. Mm feels great love that feeling.<br />
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At night I see the hazy moon. Mysterious hidden behind the clouds. She, the moon, is still a bit shy on this first night of Spring, but than ... she is no longer hiding ... the clouds fall apart and than ... her lovely face ... the full moon of March. What a sight! Neo Pagans calling her "death moon", Chinese calling her "Sleepy moon" and the ancient Celtic name of her is "Moon of Winds". Isn't it great all those names for her ... the moon ... our natural satellite?<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">finally Spring</span></b><br />
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"Death Moon" strange name for the moon of March. March the month of Spring, new life sprouting, cherry blossoms bloom and than she, our lovely moon, called "Death Moon". It's for sure a strange name and I am not sure what it means, but it makes some contrast with the new life, the new beginning, the starting of the light part of year. Maybe "Death" stands for ending the dark part of the year or ... I don't really know.<br />
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Spring brings joy and happiness. Spring ... that's my season.<br />
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Also shared with: <a href="http://www.theme-thursday.com/2012/08/theme-thursday-for-august-9-2012.html?m=1">Theme Thursday, recollections</a><br />
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This spring is almost over, but I have still sweet memories to this spring. At first the cherry blossoms blooming and than the wonderful candle like Magnolia flowers starting to bloom. I don't have a Magnolia tree in my garden, but in the streets around me there are several gardens in which Magnolia trees bloom.<br />
It's a nice sight and than the scent of the flowers in full bloom ... awesome.<br />
One of the Dutch most famous painters is Vincent van Gogh. He lived for a while in the French town of Arles and around that city were a lot of Almond trees, Magnolia like trees, which he made immortalized in his paintings. The flowers of the Almond are almost the same as the flowers of the Magnolia.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1Nederland52.132633 5.29126649.637715 0.2375550000000004 54.627551 10.344977tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649244282451146251.post-50314343022964539102012-02-27T05:09:00.000+01:002012-02-27T05:09:26.079+01:00Winter feeling, a haibun in 55 words<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A wondrous place. Trees and streets covered with snow. The bright sunlight. Roofs like crystal.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love is warming our bodies in front of the fireplace.Drinking red wine, eating marshmallows. This is paradise.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our legs intwined. Lost in each others eyes. Together you and I.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">making love</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in front of the fireplace -</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I love walking on bare feet. So I do that a lot. As I come home from work the first thing I do is pull off my shoes and socks. It feels good. The air around my feet that have been enclosed in shoes the whole day. Even outside I am walking on bare feet.<br />
Today I realized that I was on bare feet when I walked outside in the snow to close the fence. It’s so common to me to walk on bare feet.<br />
In Summer’s, when our dog was still alive, I walked him on bare feet. I love the contact with Mother Earth as I am walking on bare feet through the grass, the forest or where ever. It feels like I am a kid again. When I was a baby I laid in my pram with bare feet. In that time I was pure and didn’t know much of the world. I didn’t know about haibun and haiku or what form of poetry.<br />
Now … years later I experience that same pureness and not knowing when I walk on bare feet. Love that. Once again I have to walk on bare feet through the snow to close the fence again. The mailman has not closed it. When I have closed the fence I open the Christmas cards. In one of them I see a wonderful Anton Pieck card, such a nostalgic card. A little boy, poorly dressed, walking on bare feet in the snow and throwing snowballs. He laughs and his face is healthy red by the cold and the joy of throwing snowballs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="color: #e69138;">on bare feet<br />
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In the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep ... to much thoughts tolling around in my head. Even the ones I love to have about haiku. I see every hour go by. At last I am going downstairs. have something to eat and drink and maybe ... that's making me sleepy. <br />
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As I look through the window I see that a new day is dawning. The sky colors in the most wonderful reddish and yellowish. With a smile on my face I see the first blossom of the cherry tree in my backyard. I walk outside. I am so in love with my cherry tree and when the first blossoms begin blooming I become very happy. My thousand thoughts have gone. I only have eyes for the young cherry blossoms.<br />
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And than ... birds begin to sing in a most wonderful symphony ... it's the ultimate experience and leaves me in awe. I forget everything around me and start dancing. I love this feeling of freedom and happiness. It's really a great and wonderful morning.<br />
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I wonder ... why has the Almighty given me this great present. I bow my head and than I see my naked body. A smile on my face ... "this is freedom!"<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">standing naked</span></b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">in awe of the first cherry blossom</span></b></div><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">dancing in the garden</span></b> <br />
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This haibun is also published on: <a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/"><span style="color: #cc3300;">Wonder Haiku Worlds</span></a> <br />
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Sincerely </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6Nederland52.132633 5.291265999999950550.729814 3.3564919999999505 53.535452 7.2260399999999505tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649244282451146251.post-8365758794189650192012-02-26T05:44:00.000+01:002012-02-26T05:44:55.916+01:00Welcome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I welcome you on my new weblog. On this weblog I will publish essays about haiku, haiku masters and haiku rules, but also haibun. A haibun is a journal of a journey with haiku in it. Haibun are also short stories with a haiku in it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will introduce you to haibun and I will try to write some items over the so called KIGO or seasons words. In the classical haiku as performed by e.g. Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), Buson (1716-1783), Issa (1763-1827) and Shiki (1867-1902) it was the rule to use a KIGO to place the haiku in the season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well as you will understand, my dear visitors, this new weblog is under construction. I will soon start publishing here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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