a romance diary (a haibun experiment) for One Shot Wednesday
…grey dense skies barring the sun again, chilly on bare skin, spring refusing to leave so much so that even the leafing maple shading the terrace has browned with curled edges in spots, mistaking the air has retracted to autumn, perhaps? Even Nature seems dazed but I’m clear about this memory
spring’s end–
the squirrel flies a trapeze
as we cuddle
…amazing how the sun weakens on spring air yet its sparks illumine all else as in this thought filled in
a weak sun
glitters on spider web–
vacant corners
…even main street breathing unevenly at night has ceased in its restlessness as if the air has suffused all else to a quiet that for me opens up to reach out if it were but a soft turn in sleep when
mute stars–
spaces in between them
open up for whispers
…the night has bounced back in restlessness from a momentary calm which lulled me earlier in a dreamless space but awake now, recalling nights when I would feel lost, feeling an empty space on your side of the bed, but only briefly as you slip back in to turn back
the night
but for the darkness
our roost
…perhaps because they have built their nests, the birds seem to sing a different tune, refrains that rise this morning over the distant grumbling of jets flying off as I compose our song for another day
waning spring–
the wind rearranges petals
tightening us together
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nice…you play the form well and create a very nice scene…i like the pieces of haiku the most…the squirrel one is playful, the stars one adds hope and the petals, as i like your one from the other day have a soft spot in me…
I really love how you pick the ‘essence’ of my pieces! Thanks for ‘nurturing’ me here!
Beautiful details amid the speaker’s restlessness. Love the mute stars and waning spring stanzas and what they lead into. Very cool poetic experiment.
‘…restlessness’…you are as sensitive as your poetry is, Adam! Yes, this is written out of a ‘restless’ spirit, longing to close a gaping space. Thank you for your wonderful words!
Beautiful, poignant and intense observations of nature, viewed through an honest poet’s eyes. A refreshing post!
Thank you for coming by, Elizabeth! And thanks for words that a struggling poet longs for, unceasingly!