This structure’s eye accepts light but not wind. Within the rectangle I cannot see my breath’s product. The floor resembles cork; our senses fill gaps in perception. Does one read emptiness with disdain or horror? The sun recedes. I fear ice in the trees, weight on my chest.
thoughts evaporate…
heaven’s clowns release their tears
sink! or swim time’s tide
silver trails depreciate,
mollusca’s retreat for one
Tanka inspired by Robert Okaji’s prose. Robert is a poet extraordinaire who blogs at O at the Edges. He is a beer connoisseur, foodie, sharp knife aficionado, and doesn’t take himself too seriously. Thanks so much for collaborating Bob! It was through reading this post on Bob’s blog a while back that I came across the haibun, beginning my love affair with the form.
Half a Haibun is an ongoing (and occasional) feature here at 10000hoursleft. A collaborative project with bloggers I admire- they write the prose that I then use as inspiration for a tanka or haiku. The intention being that together, we’ll create a whole; 2 halves converging to add a richness and complexity to one another, in the form of a haibun. Others in the series:
Work in Progress 
He’s always finding his way into people’s thoughts is Bob. I’ve told him to experiment with haibun as his anecdotal poems would suit the form well.
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I’ve been told that I resemble an upper respiratory infection – annoying, and difficult to get rid of. 😀
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*cough cough* you just need to be paired with a hot water, honey and lemon- takes the edge off the o 😂
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Add some beer and bacon, and you may be on to something.
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Will smoked tofu do? No substitute for beer though…
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Hmm. I’ll have to think about that. NO! But I actually have used smoked cheese in place of bacon.
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An odd illness as we don’t seem to wish to cure it but rather to prolong it. When my throat is bad i sing better that must be your doing.
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Haha
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Ha! I take no credit for anyone’s voice, especially my own!
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Yes, his poems must have some kind of telepathic power…Yes, I agree- the extraordinary (and the mundane) in his everyday observations are suited to the form. Should we stop talking about him? I think he’s about…
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Probably wise
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Reblogged this on O at the Edges and commented:
At play in the field of words…
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Thanks Bob…it was fun playing! 😊
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It was, Mek. Thanks for letting me tag along.
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😊
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Absolutely wonderful combination of words and impressions!
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Thanks Chris! 😊
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Both disdain and horror I think…
This works beautifully. Collaboration is magic. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe…I liked that line too. Would you like to conjour up some collaborative magic with me? You happen to be on my list of bloggers to email, but I’m slow to do so as Bob will attest.
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Sure…I’m kind of feeling overwhelmed at the moment too, so maybe more towards spring? I’m not sure I totally understand hiabun, but I like the idea.
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Spring is good (my autumn)- a time for renewal and release of that which overwhelms 😊. I am a little unsure of myself with haibun too. Check out ‘contemporary haibun online’ for great examples as well as guidance from the editors 😊
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Thanks, I will!
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This is great. Renga, in a sense. Your halves fit perfectly, like hand to glove.
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Thank you! Now I have to look up ‘renga’ 😊
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Please let me know when you’ve found out Mek. :))
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