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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.

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ashes

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This week’s Sunday Whirl words: prison, cloak, become, lens, goods, cash, pursuit, skirt, wild, Venus, beloved
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Her skirt of ashes—
even the monks turn their heads,
amazed at the sight.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
wild in the ruins—
children smearing their faces
with dust and ashes
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
sifting the ashes
of old sorrows at midnight—
her fruitless pursuit
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Is the only bread
this crust made out of ashes?
Prison fare at best!
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Ashes cloak the town
as the mountain blows its top—
Herculaneum.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
only seven days
until the ashes become
the man she longs for
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
stories old men tell
about dry goods sold for cash
crumbling to ashes
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
beloved ashes
soon to be buried at sea
cradled by the waves
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Are these flakes ashes
showering down from Venus
on the prophet’s head?
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
lens focused on ants
reduces them to ashes—
schoolboys’ whoops and caws

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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