Can we acknowledge the richness of our resources:
that which sustains and endures? Always looking for the next shiny thing,
craving the exotic, the surprising… pushing purpose, movement… toward what? Telling ourselves we want lifelong commitment, and then moving on… emotions depleted. How do we define standards, intuit and reassemble a frame, counsel a collective, when expectations, creeping and woven into consciousness, resemble oppression? Hope -as sold by patriarchal mindsets, striving to mutilate common sense – is useless to revive when society teaches us to blindly follow the unintelligible…
Full moon a warning –
reverence for mystery
not conspiracy
Society’s light
waning on the back of lies-
hopelessness surreal
Hate is born from fear
disinformation a tool –
We are being played.
Step back! Cautions moon
observe under a new light –
reconnect with love.
(This poem, derived from a dream, started as a haibun – prose followed by a haiku – but the haiku multiplied. Guess we will call it a variation on a haibun. Image my own.)
Powerful and compelling, VJ and now if we could only get people to open their eyes. 💕
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Right?! Such strange times are these.
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Totally, VJ❣️I’ll never understand❣️
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The haikus really say it all, encapsulated. I pray that light will always win in the end.
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Me too. Thanks for reading.
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You’re welcome 🌸
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I wish we’d always try to reconnect with love regardless of the times but especially after this election. May the last 8 years taught us something. Beautiful poem and image, VJ!
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Thanks Susi. I agree. We should lead with love.
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You’re welcome! ❤ Yes, always!
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I love your variation on a haibun, VJ, and your words are thought-provoking and timely. Lovely!
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Thank you, Lauren
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This haibun (plus) is very timely, VJ. This is a nail-biter for me, too. I voted before we left for my daughter’s wedding in Utah. So grateful that my state allows that. We will just have to breathe for the next 18 days. Breathe through a poem like you just did.
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I’m not even in the US, and I’m feeling the tension. Counting down. Thanks LuAnne.
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This is. one for me to read and re read over and over again….it has so much to offer – also I love the image..
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I’m glad to read it had that effect, Janet. The dream would not let go. Still not sure I have expressed it fully…it lingers on.
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I never heard of or read a haibun before! Nice. Beautiful words and image.
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Thank you. It is a Japanese form of poetry.
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We are being played–and it’s the same song over and over too. We learn nothing.
I identify with the restlessness inherent in your prose section. I’ve felt it all my life.
But I never forget the mystery, or the moon. (K)
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I love that you stay connected with mystery and the moon. You inspire me regularly. Thanks K
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Love that this is derived from a dream. Such a rich source of inspiration. A profound piece. Love the artwork that goes with it.
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Thank you so much. It was a compelling dream
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We are being played. That really struck me as we are in the middle of elections here in SK.
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I can’t remember a time when I felt so anxious about elections.
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I know what you mean!
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A profound and thought provoking haibun VJ.
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re very welcome
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Our Moon knows all
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She does indeed, and telling it all at the moment.
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