THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 6th November 2025. Neena Singh - Guest Poet
- Kala Ramesh

- Nov 6
- 3 min read
host: Rupa Anand
editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Lorraine Haig has stepped down from being a mentor for this forum. Triveni Haikai India and The Haibun Gallery are grateful for her exceptional feedback and responses over the last few years.
Guest Poet: Neena Singh
A Thursday Feature 6th November
Introduction:
Walking the Line Between Prose and Poem
The haibun is a quiet miracle of form—a blend of prose and haiku that invites us to pause, notice, and reflect. It offers the intimacy of memoir, the compression of poetry, and the tension of what’s left unsaid. As Bashō, the master of haibun, once wrote: “Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” In that spirit, I invite you this month to bring your journeys—outer and inner—onto the haibun path.
Through prompts, I offer you to explore moments of silence, memory, transition, and displacement. Each prompt is a door—open it with curiosity, and let your prose wander, then pause… and let the haiku breathe.
Your writing can be raw or refined, grounded in the present or drawn from the depths of memory. What matters is the authenticity of your voice and the integrity of the experience. And remember—sometimes what you leave unsaid is just as important as what you write.
I look forward to walking beside you as we explore these tender, potent spaces. Let the haibun surprise you and us.
Week 1: The Shape of Silence
Prompt: Write a haibun about a moment of unspoken emotion—grief, longing, awe, regret, or joy. What was not said? What lingered in the silence? Silence is often more powerful than words. This theme encourages exploring internal landscapes or shared quiet moments between people.
Examples by Roberta Beary
Genetics. Here is the web page https://rattle.com/genetics-by-roberta-beary/
Genetics
Your eyes are big and round like your father’s
but while his are the color of the Irish Sea
yours are the color of the muddy fields
on my father’s land
fit only for the peasants who worked them.
abortion day
a shadow flutters
the fish tank
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Longitude and Lassitude
My fingers find the leaf from my last walk. Asleep in my raincoat pocket.
I smooth its broken veins. Lift its muddy green to my face and inhale.
Its scent is a postcard from a long ago lover. Who promised to stay in touch.
empty hammock
between two trees
summer’s end
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Irish Twins
We share an attic room.
In the corner is an old double bed
that smells and sags on one side. My side.
Late at night I hear my heart beat. Loud.
So loud he will hear it. He will think my heart
is calling him up the attic stairs.
His footsteps are heavy.
He smells of old spice
and cherry tobacco.
My eyes shut tight.
I know he is there.
I feel his weight.
Never on my side.
Always on the side she sleeps.
When the bed-springs sing their sad song
I fly away. Up to the ceiling. My sister is already there.
Together we hold hands. Looking down we see our bodies.
We are not moving. We are as still as the dead.
attic rain
the backyard swing
off kilter
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The Voyage
We walk in circles, straight lines, diagonals. We walk by coves, mountains, hillsides. We walk in mist, fog, sunlight. We walk alone, in pairs, arms swinging. We walk to post offices, grocery stores, pharmacies. We walk on cobblestones, pavement, pebbles. Wherever we walk, birds are voyaging with us. We open ears, eyes, and heart to tuneful voices. Telling us to keep on keeping on.
crossing to safety
on the high wire
blackbird song
All haibun credit: Crazy Bitches: Selected Haibun 2004-2024 (MacQ, 2025)
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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
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 only be available during the submission period.
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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.
We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…

Post #1
12.11.25
Maybe in another life
People once mistook us for twins even though she is four years older than me . Even our children couldn’t tell our voices apart.
Now, as I watch her lying in the hospice bed, she is a shadow of her former self. She holds my hand. Her fingers are ice cold, the grip is weak but her eyes are overflowing with love.
autumn dusk
the shifting temperament
of mountain breeze
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
Beautiful haibun showcased ! Thanks for a poetic treat Rupa and Neena😊
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11 Nov 2025
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With inputs from Mahua....
Homing
I look at my daughter as she sleeps. She is back home after a strenuous semester. Sleepless nights, daunting deadlines. It is past noon. I am about to wake her up. I change my mind. She smiles in her sleep as I softly close the door behind me. Some things are too sacred to be touched.
migrating flamingos
descend into the waters
resting their feet
10 Nov 25
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Homing
I look at my daughter as she sleeps. She is back home after a strenuous semester. Sleepless nights, daunting deadlines. It is past noon. I am about to wake her up. I change my mind. She smiles in her sleep as…