Haibun: Grief Work
My grief over my father’s death has become my life’s work. Some days I drink from a bitter cup. Other days I choose to spread my bread with honey. And sometimes I lay myself down on the anvil of sorrows and let the hammer fall, shaping me as it will. Sheer stubbornness drives me to try to understand why a tear leans into the wind, hoping to dry itself; or why the dead enter our world saying nothing, giving neither comfort nor counsel, but simply watching and waiting. So far, I have failed in my quest, but I will not quit. Stubbornness, remember?
Walking through the woods
on an autumn afternoon—
this is song enough.
Posted on November 10, 2019, in 5-7-5, haibun, haiku, Pantry of Prose, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged anvil, become, bitter, choose, enter, failed, grief, honey, leans, stubbornness, understand, work. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.