Next door, my neighbour is playing his heavy metal. (I like it.) He keeps it soft, but nothing can muffle that beat. It picks up speed. Otherwise this is a calm Sunday, cloudless and still, the air breathless with early Spring.
sunny sky –
small sounds carry
without breeze
A plane drones over. I fancy it’s going to Tasmania. I know it’s probably not. (Once upon a time, all planes went there for me – to my old home, my childhood home, in the cold but beautiful south. I am much further north these days, and planes go everywhere.) I track the direction. South! The sound disappears.
warbling –
my cat sits up
ears pricked
Life moves on beautifully in this many-layered poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful. Life and your depth
ReplyDeleteyeah oh yeah, this is a very very nice haibun
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I really like how you played with sounds... and there are days when both heavy metal and airplanes just enter my mind in just the right way
ReplyDeleteAw yeah, I like this, it's like being inside your mind :)
ReplyDeleteI can hear the heart lift of spring. Love the alertness of Selena.
ReplyDeleteA lovely mix of prose and poetry, Rosemary -- of course I am drawn to your use of sounds and that cloudless, breathless Spring. And what a touch of sweetness to let your kitty come into the poem too. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDelete"He keeps it soft, but nothing can muffle that beat. It picks up speed." ... This cracks me up, Missy. :)
ReplyDeleteOops, didn't intend that inference! LOL
DeleteI also like the "war bling" hiding in your haiku.
ReplyDeleteThe presence of the observer changes the experiment (er, poem)! :)
DeleteSunday morning! The peace and quiet! Let others enjoy their music. One can get a little of the fun, why not?
ReplyDeleteHank
Lots of sounds for a quiet Sunday!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, lovely morning, special sounds for special creatures.
ReplyDeleteThat plane surely would take YOU over to Tasmania. I have been there, fed the roos, it's a lovely place. Sydney was not a slouch, just that the pace picked up a bit there.
The cat has hers as well. Follow that bird in flight, it'll go as far as kitty wishes.
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Captured snapshots....Lovely.
ReplyDeleteJust as well your neighbours aren't Gilbert and Sullivan fans:)
Home, sounds come to visit. Life strong in its introduction to a new day
ReplyDeleteWonderful duel haibuns Rosemary! I like your attitude about the neighbors music and your thoughts about where the airplanes are going. Cats often know more than we do about the going ons of the day!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Bekkie, for the kind words.
DeleteI actually emvisaged it as one haibun. When we do them for dVerse we are asked to keep them very concise, only one tight paragraph of prose and one closing haiku. Perhaps they think more would be unwieldy when people are expected to read so many at once. But that is an unusual restriction. Generally a haibun can be any length, with haiku dotted amongst the prose paragraphs. (As in Basho's famous journey.) Even this one is short compared with most.