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THE HAIBUN GALLERY : 19 May — a Thursday feature

Updated: May 25, 2022

hosts: Shobhana Kumar and Kala Ramesh


19th May

This month we'll be showcasing haibun written by Harriot West

Unprompted!


Yes, this week, we invite you to leap from the effective, stunning verses of Harriot West and embrace the form of the haibun in the manner you think works best. Go on!


PLEASE NOTE:

1. Only two haibun per poet per prompt.

2. Share your best-polished pieces.

3. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.

4. When poets give suggestions and if you agree to them - post your final edited version on top of your original verse.

5. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.


We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished haibun (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in haikuKATHA monthly journal.



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Daipayan  Nair
Daipayan Nair
May 25, 2022

𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞


True love, or the truth of making it, is like breath. Pure, life-saving breath. I somewhat dislike the consistency of this rawness. Here roses smell like roses, and I smell the smell...


I once asked her, "How will I remember you when you are gone?"

She replied, "In everything..."


𝑒𝑏𝑏 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡—

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑


Feedbacks are most welcome :)

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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
May 25, 2022
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Thank you so much for understanding :)) _()_

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tejisethi13
tejisethi13
May 24, 2022

Edited, thanks to Kala, Mona.


The Secret Ingredient

In the wee hours of morning, she stirs honey and psyllium husk in lukewarm water. The steel spoon in a brass tumbler makes a typical sound. My ears are now used to these notes. Four pills, two arrowroot biscuits and this concoction—is exactly the way my grandpa wants it. In another pan, on the gas stove boils tulsi leaves and ginger. She hums a prayer while her feeble fingers sink into the grainy dough of his favourite makki ki roti. As she flattens the dough ball between her palms, she whines, “I can no more churn butter, my bones have given away, I wish I had taught you, your grandpa…


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tejisethi13
tejisethi13
May 25, 2022
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Thank you so much, Lakshmi!

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Daipayan  Nair
Daipayan Nair
May 24, 2022

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦


Bards will always be there

They are as desperate as you, love

You desire to bloom

All they ever want is to sing

and when the Spring ends too soon

They suffer the storm


Don't meet me there, in those lyrics, in those rhymes, for I might forget to feel, as and when you wither into words...


𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ—

𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓

𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟


Feedback appreciated :)

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lakshmi iyer
lakshmi iyer
May 25, 2022
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So striking! Teji, please do write more of haibun too.

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Daipayan  Nair
Daipayan Nair
May 24, 2022