Heart on Sleeve, er, Window: A Haibun of Imagination

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An artist named Velma has hung her fanciful painting in an Airbnb in Yuma, Arizona.

 

You’ve heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve? Windows don’t have sleeves, so what’s a window to do? I remember a window hanging in a tree (don’t ask me why) that had it all figured out. It wore its heart like an ensign whipped by fearsome winds. Crows came from far and wide to admire the effect. Instead of jeering, as crows are wont to do, they cheered. Foxes hunting for a winter snack of mouse or vole looked up in admiration—probably because the heart was red as blood, and we all know how foxes love the taste of blood. Even the distant mountains seemed to approve—at least they didn’t shrug off their burden of snow and start an avalanche. The window frame seemed to take this approbation with equanimity. “See,” I could almost hear it say, “wearing your heart on your sleeve isn’t such a big deal after all. On Valentine’s Day it’s all about the love.”


Old men go to pray
at the place where dreams begin:
bend in the river.

 


 

Posted on February 13, 2020, in 5-7-5, Arizona, haiku, Haiku My Heart, Recuerda Mi Corazon, Sky Watch Friday. Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. “all about the love” ~ I love this form, Arizona and most of all love your writing!

  2. What a delightful piece of whimsy … then the haiku becomes more serious, in the tenderest way. I love it all.

  3. Awesomeness!!

  4. LIsa at Greenbow

    Marvelous writing. Happy Valentines day to you too. I hope you are someplace sunny and warm enjoying yourself.

  5. I like this picture. I think the picture reminds me that when you’re waiting for someone to return home your heart lingers at the window in anticipation. Thank you for this post! It is grand and have a Happy Valentine’s Day.

  6. At the bend, you will find flowers growing, you can see it through the window, between the spaces of your words and even in the echos of prayers of old men…

  7. Beverly Crawford

    At the bend where old men go to pray, I hear they pray for young women. Could that possibly be??? Great write!

  8. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar

    the mountains … they didn’t shrug off their burden of snow – LOVE that

  9. Oh now this is VERY COOL!!!!…:)jp

  10. I really enjoyed this one. It made me smile. 🙂

  11. Beautiful post. Happy Valentine’s Day!

  12. Awesome painting and very contemplative haiku ~ ^_^

    Happy Valentine’s Day,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

  13. I love the haiku as much as the painting, both very powerful. Have a nice weekend lovely one! Hug from Holland

  14. oh.my….. this haiku is remarkable!
    thank you for filling my heart and resonating my soul.

  15. As an old man, I hope to find that bend in the river someday and return from time to time. I’m thinking that this may be my favorite.

  16. MMT, this is sooo good. The story was enlightening, I even learned a new word, approbation . Now if I can just remember it. The Haiku too, I must visit that bend, mine is a bend in the road. It is about six miles to the river.
    ..

  17. I think Velma must have surrealist Dali as her muse, and perhaps Picasso is looking over his shoulder because the window pane spaces could surely be a stretch of cubism. Absolutely adore your wonderful description of this painting. I’ll take the foxes and the crows to the bend in the river with me, and together we will begin a dream.

  18. “Where dreams begin ” certainly a cherished place

    Happy Sunday MMT

    much,💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽love

  19. Magic and happiness happens, when we remember that “it’s all about the love”.

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