I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 September 2016

Sunday Morning, Home

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
















18 comments:

  1. Life moves on beautifully in this many-layered poem.

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  2. It is wonderful. Life and your depth

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  3. yeah oh yeah, this is a very very nice haibun

    much love...

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  4. 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

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  5. Aw yeah, I like this, it's like being inside your mind :)

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  6. I can hear the heart lift of spring. Love the alertness of Selena.

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  7. A 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!

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  8. "He keeps it soft, but nothing can muffle that beat. It picks up speed." ... This cracks me up, Missy. :)

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  9. I also like the "war bling" hiding in your haiku.

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    1. The presence of the observer changes the experiment (er, poem)! :)

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  10. Sunday morning! The peace and quiet! Let others enjoy their music. One can get a little of the fun, why not?

    Hank

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  11. Lots of sounds for a quiet Sunday!

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  12. Lovely poem, lovely morning, special sounds for special creatures.
    That 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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  13. Captured snapshots....Lovely.
    Just as well your neighbours aren't Gilbert and Sullivan fans:)

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  14. Home, sounds come to visit. Life strong in its introduction to a new day

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  15. Wonderful 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!

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    1. Many thanks, Bekkie, for the kind words.

      I 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.

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