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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 9th January 2025. Haibun analysis

Writer's picture: Kala RameshKala Ramesh

hosts: Kala Ramesh & Firdaus Parvez

A Thursday Feature 9th January, 2025



HAPPY 2025! HAPPY 2025!

HAPPY 2025!

The Super Power of Lipstick

 

My mother wore only one color of lipstick: pink. She kept a tube of fire-engine red for emergencies. Like funerals. Mom said peekaboo pink was perfect for bridge at the clubhouse. Deep-dive pink was perfect for lounging by the pool. Bubble-gum pink was perfect for watching Law & Order reruns in her condo, with the AC off. The dead air used to bother me when I visited Florida. Today, I leave the air off, like she might walk in any second.


empty unit

sunlight warms the windowsill

starfish


My mother’s closets are filled with designer-wear, which she hid when her mooch of a sister showed up uninvited. I plan on donating them to Home for Domestic Violence. Not because I’m a good person. But because I know it’ll drive my aunt crazy when I pick her up for the funeral.


inside a thin-lipped smile boozy peppermint


It’s not that I’m ungenerous. I give my aunt Mom’s brand new lipsticks, still in the little brown shopping bag. She says, “I prefer lipgloss.” But doesn’t hand them back. The whole drive she goes on about how Mom promised her the condo, while sampling shades of pink lipstick on her elbow. When we get to the church, she orders me to drop her off out front. What the hell is she up to? It takes me a few minutes after that to find a spot in the shade.


open casket

the unnatural blush

of her lips


I dig inside my pocket for Mom’s fire-engine red. Perform an emergency swipe, blot, swipe, blot. Afterwards, everyone says my mother looks beautiful. A few weeks later, I’m sitting in the lawyer’s office. He hands me the eviction notice against my aunt. I take out my mirror and lipstick. Fire engine red. Swipe, blot, swipe, blot. Then sign on the dotted line.


Roberta Beary

MacQueen’s Quinterly: Knock-your-socks-off Art and Literature

Issue 17: 29th January 2023



Challenge:

In haiku, have you heard of ICHIBUTSUJITATE (single-theme haiku)?

Just for your information, ichibutsujitate (一物仕立て) is a word combined with three meanings:

Ichi(one)  butsu(thing = kigo)  jitate(tailoring)

 一         物                        仕立て


We did this exercise on haikaiTALKS, led by Lev Hart, and this is what Keiko Izawa has to say about this nuance:


Traditional Japanese haiku are based on two fundamental techniques: toriawase and ichibutsujitate.


In toriawase, a haiku is composed by combining a kigo and a “haiku seed” that has nothing to do with the kigo.


On the other hand, in ichibutsujitate, the haiku is written about a kigo, focusing only on it.


Can we extend this aesthetic nuance practised in haiku, to haibun? Please note: Roberta Beary's haibun, The Super Power of Lipstick, is all about the lipstick!

Throughout the haibun, she has stuck to her title, which has become her theme.


Challenging?

It's the New Year—start afresh!

Try something new!

Have fun!


Please remember that the haiku needs to be strong and a stand-alone poem in a haibun. A weak haiku eats into your haibun's strength.

Even haibun outside this prompt can be shared.



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. 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 300/250 words) to be considered for inclusion in haikuKATHA monthly journal.


Important: Since we're swamped with submissions, and our editors are only human, mistakes can happen. Please, please, remember to put your name, followed by your country, below each poem, even after revisions. It helps our editors; they won't have to type it in, saving them from potential typos. Thanks a ton!


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PLEASE NOTE:

1. Only two haibun per poet per prompt. Please put your name and country of residence under your poem, it makes the editors' work easier. Thanks.

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 version.

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 the haikuKATHA monthly journal.

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#1, 14/01


Seashells


This time I decide to just stand in knee deep water and feel the breath of the tides cleaning my soles. I sing to myself, 'she sells seashells on the seashore... Suddenly, I feel something hitting my feet and as I move my legs, I find a beautiful tiny shell which has the shape of 'eight' or 'Om'. I clean up the shell and walk the stretch to find more and more of these in different shapes. I resist myself not to have them for I had read that the marine lives need these shells to stay in times of emergency and yet, I pick up a few of the darker ones. The colours are very intriguing.…


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Thank you! I shall work on it.

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14/1/25 #1 gembun


each day begins with the same mug of tea


dark river

my own reflection

slips downstream


C.X. Turner, UK


(feedback welcome)

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I think this so good Luci. The contrast between the two parts leaves dreaming room.

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Jan 14

Post #2

14.1.25


Gembun


“home is where the heart is” that’s what they say…


a house without a roof

stuck in the old oak

my childhood home


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)

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I like the way the two parts play off each other, Mona.

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Mohua
Mohua
Jan 14

#2


Revising to a haibun feedback please.


Of Sense and Sensitivity

 

“Fancy bumping into you here of all places! All well?” An acquaintance asks with some concern.

 

I give her a ghost of a smile. “Yeah. Just came for an MRI for my backache.”

 

She titters. “I have had a backache all my life but never thought of getting any investigations done.”


digging turnips

brushing off

their unheard cries


Mohua Maulik, India


https://www.businessinsider.in/science/news/plants-let-out-an-ultrasonic-scream-when-their-leaves-are-cut-or-they-dont-get-enough-water/articleshow/99123430.cms


Attempting a gembun, feedback please.


Re-revised (Thank you Luci, Thank you Lorraine)


Nursing the ‘good’ leg

 

digging turnips

brushing off

their unheard cries


Mohua Maulik, India


https://www.businessinsider.in/science/news/plants-let-out-an-ultrasonic-scream-when-their-leaves-are-cut-or-they-dont-get-enough-water/articleshow/99123430.cms


Revised (Thank you Mona and Joanna)


Hobbling around in a cast, the ‘good’ one hurts more.


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Mohua
Mohua
Jan 15
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Thank you Lorraine. I have attempted to revise it but not sure if it works. Perhaps change to a haibun?

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Gauri
Gauri
Jan 13

#2

13-Jan-2025

Feedback welcome


Fear of Missing Out


Friday, 10:30 PM. I’m ready to close my final meeting for the day. Then—a chime.


To open or not? The superwoman reflex kicks in. I click.


There it is. Ten asks, all due by Monday morning.


in my house a room reserved for unopened gifts


Who promised these on my behalf? Why was I left out of the initial discussion? I rattle off my questions at the keyboard, pressing send—hoping the reply doesn’t land before I shut down.


The day seems determined to slip from my hands. They respond, profusely apologizing. It was an oversight—but could I still deliver by Monday? The unit head had already promised the customer. And, of course,…


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Gauri
Gauri
Jan 15
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Thank you Lorraine 😊

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