Tasting of old ice cubes, cloaked in the colour of a wordless poem, like a watercolour that peeled away from its canvas, the morning draped itself on the inscrutable contours of the earth’s visage.
Was this morning so far away that even thoughts, worming away at tangents, could not find it? Had the primal ensemble of nature’s orchestra been hushed by the motionless hand of an invisible conductor? Had perpetuity wandered into a freeze frame at the edge of all impossibility?
Or is so much happening, at such a feverish pace -this monochrome churn of sensations and emotions, of predator and prey, of dawn and night, of life and death- all tumbling through the void at intolerable speed, that the numbed mind can barely comprehend any movement?
lone osprey
hears the water breathe
eyes see what they seek
learned a new word and animal today: the osprey. and the foreword was telling. very much needed. thank you.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Ah, you have captured the moment, it’s really stopped under your pen, “Had perpetuity wandered” ? …I think this metaphor we can relate to our lives all at the end summarised as collection of stop- moments in frames of our mind’s eye…and as conclusion your wise haiku about hearing and seeing perception thru the osprey point….amazing!
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Thank you so much Humbird, appreciate your comment.
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Perfectly beautiful… well written.
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Thank you ZQ 🙂
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Wonderful poem. The prose portion was so thought provoking.
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Thank you.
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lovely haibun!
i keep thinking about that osprey. 🙂
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Thanks so much… the osprey was quite magnificent!
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Tasting of old ice cubes….what an incredibly creative description!! Would never have thought of that, but now that you mention it, old ice cubes DO have a taste….super creative descriptor here 🙂
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Thank you C.C. 🙂
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Incredible image that lifts your words….wonderful!
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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What do old ice-cubes taste like? tepid old water? All the images speak to me of disappearance–contrary to expectation, perhaps–but somehow as welcome as nature itself. So fast, it’s still. Love that! I think the Osprey’s ability to perceive–something that is a mystery to me–is the perfect suspension of ending!
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Thanks so much Susan. Appreciate your response.
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ah this is nice package the nice sharp espy of the haiku and the canvas of morning, im happy having visited
A nice Sunday to you
much love…
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Thanks so much for visiting and for your kind comment Gillena.
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This is very beautiful to read, so evocative….and I adore the haiku at the closing……..Glorious!
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Thanks so much Sherry 🙂
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Wonderful photo. It gives the poem more impact. I can hear its breathing.
I enjoyed the prose too.
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Many thanks Totomai, glad you liked it.
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I really enjoyed this haibun. I think my favorite line is “Had the primal ensemble of nature’s orchestra been hushed by the motionless hand of an invisible conductor?” which is such a rich metaphor. And then the ending — such peacefulness in that haiku. Really a fine poem all around.
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Thank you Mary… find haibun to be quite challenging, having to co-ordinate the prose and poetry bits without actually repeating oneself, still adding somehow to the description of a journey.
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Vivid images!
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Thank you Rosemary.
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The prose is just brilliant, filled with metaphor. The old ice-cubes is a true favorite. Then the haiku that bind it together with that beautiful picture. I love this.
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Thank you Björn. Appreciate your response.
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Lovely philosophical feel to this poem 🙂
Beautifully penned my friend 😀
Lots of love
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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The picture is quite a metaphor for your words as the turmoil of both hunter and hunted are illustrated so well in both.
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Thanks Robin. Glad you liked the haibun 🙂
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Such yearnings with a tinge of sadness and pain.
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Thank you Vandana 🙂
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What a powerful piece – like everything is heightened and piercing…exactly like monochrome..crisp..clear..unforgiving perhaps?
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Thank you Jae Rose….absolutely, a heightened sense of the stillness or a very unforgiving numbness!
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you’ve described that what can’t be put in words and that too in a haibun…love the image of the ‘lone osprey’…brilliant
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Thanks so much for your kind comment Sumana… am still experimenting with haibuns… have a couple more posted on my site..this was the second one I wrote.
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This is beautiful.
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Thanks so much Grace.
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You’ve really grown into this form, Rajani –! Comparing the morning to the taste of old ice cubes is brilliant. And the questions you’ve posed – very intense 🙂
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Thanks Jen… am hooked on it now.. connecting it to my travel pictures is making it more exciting for me!
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That is wonderful – I’m excited too! Looking forward to even greater things to come! 🙂
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This is you at your best. Haibun is my favourite writing form, and this is……really special, a treasure trove I found. I cannot stress how impressed I was. If I may just say that paragraph 1 and 2 both start with the same phrasing, which is slightly off-putting.
Wonderful piece though
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Thanks so much Hamish. That’s excellent critique that must definitely keep in mind in my next haibun!
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What a delightful surprise! A lovely conveyance of memory, so well done!
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Thank you Jenny 🙂
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Brilliant!
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Thank you Rameshwari..
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Beautiful philosophical thoughts Rajani… still pondering all that is wrapped up in your words… Brilliantly written… Thanks for sharing with us…
Hope your day is most beautiful…
Michael
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Thank you Michael… it was such a beautiful grey morning and the osprey’s eyes were shining through the mist… hope your day is lovely too.
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