So there is this thing that happens every year. I get home and think, yeah, I’m gonna write for an hour and get something workable down… and then I get an invite to do something else… something… not writing.
It happened tonight, but despite that I tackled a poem… This is a haibun. The form is basically a prose poem followed by a haiku to form a unified poem.
He wakes from a dream, drenched and trembling. Sitting alone in the dark, composing his thoughts and gathering his nerves. He gazes out the window into a full moon night. She is there with him Across moon soaked winter miles... Her eyes haunt his thoughts.
I have found that this challenge often takes a few days to get into the flow. I am not there yet. The words are not flowing and the ideas feel jammed up. It is a result of getting out of practice, I know. The more I write the easier (maybe not easier, but quicker) the ideas will begin to flow.
If you are reading I invite you to share a response to any of these poems using the same style or a style of your own in the comments. I dare you to write something.
Cheers.