Destination

I scrambled down the hot dun-sprayed rocks, the barren fields below me opening their shrivelled arms, drawing me in to their hollowed chests. The sky peered down, naked. Empty. Perhaps I was lost. Perhaps I wasn’t really here. Perhaps it wasn’t really there.

But the claustrophobic grip of déjà-vu tightened, I was clutching at mirages, gasping for real air. I knew these hills, that ebony raven, that banyan tree, its roots rushing to the ground with swirling memories of fresh earth and ancient petrichor. Even these bleeding scratches were familiar. I remembered the taste of swallowed screams, the blazing purple of inevitable pain.

And then I saw it. The lone cottage by the dry canal, its desolation dimming the sullen light. I pushed open the door and there he was -in the peeling paint, in the motionless curtains, in the books lined on crude wooden shelves, in my picture staring at me from his desk, in the unfinished poem waiting by the empty bed.

just the sound
of the afternoon wind
knocking, still knocking

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51 thoughts on “Destination

  1. I admire the capture of the senses in that time & place: I knew these hills, that ebony raven, that banyan tree, its roots rushing to the ground with swirling memories of fresh earth and ancient petrichor. Even these bleeding scratches were familiar. I remembered the taste of swallowed screams, the blazing purple of inevitable pain.

    The ending leaves me intrigued & very mystified ~ Thanks for hosting our Haibun Monday ~

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  2. Well put, incredible sense of place & moment–leaving us to determine whether dreamscape or landscape; bittersweet nightmarish journey–paean to loss; really brilliant, & the senryu was very strong; smile.

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  3. I agree with Bjorn…almost has a deja-vu feel to it, like memories arising through her journey to her “destination.” I wondered who “he” was and liked the touch of the unfinished poem at the end…a nice finish.

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  4. Brings to mind “facing fears” and you wisely leave that “open”… Your writing is gorgeous – this is my first try at haibun and haiku and I’m glad I didn’t read anyone else’s first or I would have been intimidated.

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  5. SMiLes.. for me at least
    all words.. things..
    and subjective
    ideas without
    words at all..
    are prompts
    for poeTry and
    emoTioN maniFest
    dance that flows too..
    an exercise of the heARt
    Muscle that travels far
    within.. perhaps
    even wHere no
    human
    has
    gOne
    before..
    it’s worth a try..:)

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  6. I loved the closing paragraph before the haibun, Rajani. The way you discovered him in the paint, the curtains, the light and the unfinished poem was beautiful. It gave for me that sense intimacy we feel when memories and emptiness collide inside of us… when the empty wind comes knocking.

    Michael

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