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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 4th September 2025. Anju Kishore - Guest Poet

host: Rupa Anand

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

Guest Poet: Anju Kishore

A Thursday Feature

4th September 2025 -


THE HAIBUN GALLERY  September 2025 Anju Kishore



Richard Grahn

Contemporary Haibun Online 20.2


what do you want for your birthday?


it’s an age-old question, which i fail to answer correctly every time i’m asked,

but i’ve finally got you an answer. it’s the simplest of wants. i truly don’t care

for being cornered into wanting, nonetheless, given the obligation, here’s my

wish…


i would like a grain of sand, a single grain of sand, the simplest grain of sand

you can find. and i only want it for a day. then you can put it back—exactly

where you found it.


midas touched. . .

just enough room in his pack

for a pillow



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The Challenge!

The first thought to strike me when I read this haibun was this:


To see a world in a grain of sand

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour.


Auguries of Innocence

By William Blake


Perhaps the haibun was intended by Richard as an allusion to the poem, or

perhaps not. But for me, the reference is unmistakable, the blending smooth and

masterfully done. This week let’s try writing a haibun that alludes to a famous

piece of writing in such a way that the reference flows quietly into the narration.

It will be interesting to see if our poet-friends here can identify the referent.


Anju Kishore


Haibun outside the prompt is welcome



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A fresh take, Anju.

Waiting to see what our poets come up with!


_kala


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Devil in the Details


Mom no longer has a crush on Father Murphy so she stops her Saturday visits to the confessional and her Sunday visits to church services. When too many mortal sins weigh on her soul, she jumps ship to an evangelical tent revival. The minister there assures her of lasting salvation, provided she donates the diamond gracing her left hand.


offertory

a cockroach scurries

between church pews


Marilyn Ashbaugh

USA

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Joanna,


Thank you! 🙏

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Sep 06

Post #1

6.9.25


The last turning


I stare at the old brass clock that Dad bought. It is now tarnished, but I still hold on to it as a part of his memory. I remember him carefully cleaning its glass, then rubbing a powder on the brass until it shone, before hanging it back on the wall.

Now neglected and worn out, it stares back at me today… as if saying, “We all have our turn on the wall.”


evening shadows

my death poem

still incomplete


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)

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A poignant piece that shows how we can reflect on our own mortality with that of objects. I like how this is done. Beautiful Mona.

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Sep 06

Excellent prompt Anju! A tough one though….

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Before moonrise


The song of hope crashed, rolled down the mountain side in a sudden peal of thunder. Never had the music become complete silence. The song of life, it too quickly fading. The ancients spoke of the song of death, but he had always hoped it was like the cycle of the seasons. The ghosts had their own songs, heard only at this one moment of the night.

He would not wake into another dream. Nor his wife. Nor their future.


a pauper

plants an olive tree

a new life


Alfred Booth

Lyon, France

(feedback welcome)


Inspiration: The Pearl, by John Steinbeck

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I haven't read it Alfred but I still enjoyed your haibun.

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