Today I’m going to try my hand at a haibun. I read one that Bjorn wrote the other day, and he pointed me to the dVerse Poets Pub post about this poetry form that I missed last year. I’ve been wanting to try one ever since. My Poetry Dictionary says that this form can have more than one haiku as long as there is one at the end. Mine includes three haiku.
The sun shone brightly on my back deck. Just me, my Kindle, a notebook, a green ink pen, and a bottle of water—thought I’d read a little 1st John, maybe write some poetry. A slight breeze wafts the scent of lavender from the garden. It’s peaceful. Then the backdoor opens and I’m joined by my son—and his cat. He’s been relegated to being an indoor cat because he once got himself stuck 40 feet in a fir tree, and didn’t learn his lesson. If I had my druthers, the cat would stay inside, but my son feels sorry for him and wants to let him roam the yard a bit, even if he must be supervised. And close supervision is essential.
Up, up, up he climbs
Stupid cat can’t help himself
Rescued just in time
My son isn’t quick enough to stop him. So he has to climb the tree—in Birkenstocks—after the cat, who won’t let go of the branch he’s clinging to. Finally, the cat is in hand and handed down to me. Back into the house they go. My peacefulness returns—the breeze blows gently, the sun beats down on my shoulders—but it doesn’t last.
Caw, caw, caw the crows
Expressing their discontent
Keep song birds away
I don’t know why they have to be so noisy. They woke me earlier this morning and now they’re disturbing my relaxing time on the deck. They make me feel a bit discontent myself. But at last they move on to another neighborhood to disturb the occupants of a different deck. Peacefulness returns again. I close my eyes and soak in the sound of songbirds tweeting and twittering. I love the warmth of the sun. I open my eyes and survey the many flowers we’ve planted—bright purple petunias, fragrant lavender, blue lobelia, salvia just beginning to bud, brilliant yellow snap dragons, perfectly pink carnations and zinnias.
White flowers of the garden
Bees drawn to color
A great story transpired into a haibun, which made for some fun reading. The breaks with haiku really make you pause to reflect. A few years ago, some crows moved into our neighborhood. They definitely like to make themselves known..
Today they were walking around my back yard as I sat on the deck. A couple of juveniles, I think. Glad you enjoyed this.
I like your use of the form here.
A fine haibun start. I think interjecting the haiku here worked, but often it jars, and one at the end makes a nice conclusion.
Thanks. If you found the interjected haiku jarring, then I succeeded in what I was trying to convey add the subjects of those haiku jarred me from my peaceful time on the deck. Peace, Linda
Dream of the feral cat inside outside
or indoor cat.. is to breathe it all
in.. climb and spin around
in cat tail dreams
grass and sandy
hills of Summer delight…
Oh to lay inside can be a sad
cat way of life.. but getting fed
is always the incentive that strays
the call of the wild in whiskers of free..;)
Oh, that was fun to read, especially your ‘untrustworthy’ cat getting stuck in a tree…
Sounds peaceful and your haiku grounded the observations which were drifting off into a cosy afternoon daydream…
It was fun to write, too. Peace, Linda
Blue lobelia is so pretty, one of my fave blooms.
This was the first haibun I’ve ever read. Definitely pleasant and bouncy in a way, kind of had the dynamic of a bitesized musical with the haiku ‘pauses’ for thought so to speak. Thank you for the experience 🙂
Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad you liked it.
really brought out the colors of summer in the last verse! Also, glad the cat was able to be saved… hey, it’s got 9 lives so of course the cat didn’t learn its lesson… haha
Nice haibun specially the last one about the birds, flowers and bees ~ One thing I enjoy about summer are the blooming colors, along with birdsongs ~
Linda, this was a great read and I really enjoyed traveling with you through these everyday moments. The haibun form and haiku was superbly done. I especially liked the capstone observations for each stanze — makes me feel as if I am talking to my neighbor! thank you, joanie
I like how much atmosphere you conveyed in your haibun, Linda. Keep writing more!
I’m going to Hawaii this summer. Perhaps I’ll write one on the beach. 🙂
It sounds like a wonderful plan!
The imagery here is welcome to me on such a gray day in NYC.
I’ve only been to NYC once in Aug for a 2 week vacation. I do not envy you. Two weeks was almost more than I could take. I prefer raucous crows over the noise of the city any day.
Awww. I love this city. It’s gorgeous. We’re just getting some rain today. It isn’t for everyone though.
Granted, I was there the first two weeks of August and it was 95+ degrees every day. But it was the constant noise that got to me. I’m glad I visited, and even climbed to the crown of the Statue of Liberty, but I couldn’t live there.
It’s not noisy all over. We have quiet neighborhoods here. Manhattan is the hub so of course it’s loud, but you can find quiet living.
Well, if the west coast ever falls into the ocean, perhaps I’ll give it a try. 😉
Writing in a light mood dancing with humor. A whiff of freshness certainly Linda. Great haibun!
Such a beautiful haibun 🙂
Really enjoyed your haibun and I found myself nodding in agreement about the disturbance in peace 🙂 Every morning the birds start their chatter around 5am lol
I don’t mind the song birds chattering. It’s those noisy crows!
I feel as if I was right with you in this poem, Toni. Good thing your son was able to rescue the cat, but climbing a tree in Birkenstocks certainly was no picnic! I like the way you expressed the annoyance of the crows. Really irritating how they keep birds (with more pleasant songs) at bay!
Sorry about the wrong name here, Linda! Sigh. Both Toni and you wrote haibuns – and somehow I inadvertently goofed. I know who you are. Smiles.
No worries. 🙂 It happens to the best of us.
Excellent first haibun! the two interrupting poems are good but the last traditional haiku is gorgeous. Good rhythm and feel in this. thanks for taking us on this adventure on the deck with you and glad you got that peace.
I think you have a talent for the haibun and the way you put your vljc
What is “vljc”?
Sorry, hit send. I like how you put your voice into the haibun. I think a prompt for haibun would be interesting – contemporary mixing with traditional, all the different stories.
Nevermind my last reply. 😉
Duh. I am link, tablet, and “send” challenged.
A sterling Haibun you have spun for us. I like the 3 haiku capstones for each prose stanza. I believe that a modern Haibun can take off myriads of directions. I have been favoring them a lot with my work, opening & closing with haiku, with interspersed lunes & tanka, & shaped lines, & open spaces. Bjorn, just today, used American Sentences for his frame poetics.
I like how you brought me straight there to the patio, the haiku providing the breaks between your keen eye observing.. almost like interruptions they add depth to your prose, just like it had been a longer piece.
Oh, I like how you saw the haiku as interruptions. The subjects of the first two certainly were.
Nice nature touches in this. Your cat made me chuckle. Mine is an indoor/outdoor cat – we rescued him from an old shed, so covered in fleas. He was tiny. Not so much anymore. I hate to think of where he gets to when we let him out. He always shows back up though. Glad you found your moment of peace.
Our cat can’t be trusted outdoors. Our old cat was indoor/outdoor and it worked just fine. He seemed to know how to hold his own. This one is just too stupid. But very handsome.