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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 12th June 2025. Diana Webb - Guest Poet

Updated: Jun 19

host: Rupa Anand

mentor: Lorraine Haig editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh Guest Poet: Diana Webb

A Thursday Feature

12th June 2025


IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT BELOW


THE HAIBUN GALLERY  June 2025 - Diana Webb


Prompt 2ndweek


PROMPTS for June 2025

Diana Webb


The Universal Child 


She clutches a rolled blanket in one hand and clings to her mother with the other. The mother struggles with a bulging bag. Behind them, smoke stains the sky. Just one more day in the life of the universal child. Syria, Sudan and Ukraine . A queue for food, a burned-out car, a plastic tent. In my day, as I am old enough to say, it was the Biafra famine, Vietnam. We never learn, and this year's child is next year's soldier.


soft toy

lies in the gutter

- eyes stare at the sky


Simon Wilson 

The Haibun Journal 6:2


Prompt

In the above piece, it is the haiku that transforms a paragraph of prose into a haibun. It transforms what may hover on the boundary of polemic and prose poem into both what is now not only a haibun but undoubtedly a poem, in which for me it is that last line that truly clinches it and gives the writing the potential to transform the views and actions of the reader.


Here is the dedication of a painting by the Victorian artist G F Watts, which depicts an angel weeping over a bird that has been killed:


'To all who love the beautiful and mourn over the senseless and cruel destruction of bird life and beauty.'


Write a haibun using the above as the template for a dedication for a haibun, substituting some of the words with your own and come up with a piece in which the haiku not only transforms a piece of prose to a haibun but also transforms a possible polemic into a poem with the power to transform a reader's attitude by the way it tugs at their heart strings.


******** Diana,

Once again a beautiful prompt and challenge. Looking forward to your month. 

Thank you so much.


_kala


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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT NOTICE

              NOTICE


Dear Haibuneers


Starting from March 2025, we at haikuKATHA are moving on to a new submissions format for haibun submissions. (Only for haibun, please note!)


Writers are invited to submit one unpublished haibun per submission window.


Kindly note the submissions calendar.


1-20 March, to be considered for publication in May

1-20 June, to be considered for publication in August Here's the link to the Google Form dedicated to this submission.

1-20 September, to be considered for publication in November

1-20 December, to be considered for publication in February


All accepted submissions will receive an email to confirm their acceptance by the 5th day of the publication month.


Your unpublished (only one) haibun should be sent to: 

The Google link will be given in this space soon. This form will open only during the submission period. 


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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.

We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…


60 Comments


Mohua
Mohua
Jun 18

#1


Revised (Thank you Lakshmi)


The Real Culprit

 

A piece of meat in the sanctum sanctorum of the local temple.

 

The news spreads like wildfire. Accusations and counter-accusations fly thick and fast.

Riot alert. Imposition of curfew. Investigations underway.

CCTV footage reveals the feline culprit.

  


total eclipse‑—

out hunting for the villain

inside


Mohua Maulik, India


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The Real Culprit

 

A piece of meat in the sanctum sanctorum of the local temple.

 

The news spreads like wildfire. Accusations and counter-accusations fly thick and fast.

Riot alert. Imposition of curfew. Investigations underway.

CCTV footage reveals the feline culprit.

  


total eclipse‑—

out hunting for the villain

sitting inside


Mohua Maulik, India


Feedback appreciated.

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Mohua
Mohua
Jun 19
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Thanks so much Billie🙏🏽

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Jun 16

Post #1

16.6.25


Light and shadows


We board the plane with trepidation. The crash of a Boeing a few days back has me in jitters.

Was it a bird hit …

A bomb …

An engine failure …

Or a human error …

I tightly clutch the rosary in my pocket , slowly chanting the Hanuman Chalisa.


dandelion clock all my unfulfilled wishes


The plane speeds up on the runway. I shut my eyes tightly. Soon we are in the sky. I open my eyes to see the sun setting into auburn clouds. A spectrum of reds, pinks and oranges transforms the sky into a a giant painting. I smile …it’s not that bad up here after all…. I say…


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Mona, I'm wondering if you would consider stopping after the monoku. It is quite tense up to there. Another option might be to remove the last line of the prose and stop after 'sky'.

I don't think the last line is necessary.

Just a thought.

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#1, 16-06


God alone Knows


when, how, where and why death knocks at the door.


board strategy

the checkmate puts

him in a fix


Lakshmi Iyer, India

Feedback welcome

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Thank you!

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Haibun#1


the book of me


thirty years plus of sitting zazen and i'm here again on my cushion. i  follow my breath and sink into that familiar stillness that soaks into every cell. nothing more to search for, in fact there never was, just to be . . .


turning the page

i stub my big toe

on a break-through koan


Ron C. Moss

Tasmania, Australia

Comments Welcomed

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#1 self-edit A seesaw tilts in a runoff ditch. frog chorus

rises

after thunder


Sandip Chauhan, USA +++


Gembun


The seesaw floats crooked in the runoff ditch.

frog chorus

rises

after thunder


Sandip Chauhan, USA

feedback welcome

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Hi Mona! the prose shows what’s left after a storm- a seesaw out of place. The haiku shifts to frogs singing again, showing how nature slowly returns to life. Thanks for reading🙏

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