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Dear friends of MLMM,
Welcome at a new episode of Heeding Haiku With … I heard from Candice that there were friends of MLMM who love to know more about haibun and to try that wonderful (special) poetry form. What is a haibun? A haibun is a kind of travelogue, a diary or description of an event in which prose and poetry (haiku) are entwined with each other. One of the most famous haibun is written by one of the classic haiku masters, Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), and is titled “Oku no Hosomichi” (The Narrow Road Into The Deep North). In this haibun Basho describes a journey (on foot) of almost 2400 km through the northern part of the southern Japanese island Honshu. He visits important and well known places and describes this with prose an d poetry. Basho was almost five years busy to revise his haibun. This haibun became a classic and the first time as it was published it was illustrated by Buson, another classic haiku poet who also was a great haiga artist. There are several kinds of haibun, the kikobun, the one-bun and the classic haibun. The kikobun and one-bun I will not use here in Heeding Haiku With … , but the classical haibun (as Basho’s) I love to bring under your attention. This week I love to challenge you to write a haibun with a maximum of 300 words (including the haiku) with a theme you may choose yourself. I will alternate haibun and haiku for Heeding Haiku With … This week it’s haibun.
Here is a haibun which I wrote several years ago. It’s titled: “A Strange Morning”.
A Strange Morning
Just a day as any other day it was. I woke up early in the morning and took a shower. I am not an early-riser, but sometimes I have too. This day, after a bad night, I wasn’t rising shine, but … a shower does miracles. I slipped on my housecoat and went downstairs. I opened the curtains giving the sun room to shine into my house. Birds sang their song, leaves rustled in the spring breeze and the Cherry tree in full bloom. Just a morning in spring as any morning in spring, but today something was different. I felt somewhat weird … ‘First coffee’, I thought. ‘And then maybe I feel different’. I shivered, I never had had such an uncannily feeling.
a strange morning
flowers blooming, rustling leaves,
After my coffee the uncannily feeling continued … ‘The bad night breaks me up’, I thought. I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and straightened my back. ‘This will be a good day. A day like any other day’, I said firmly to myself.
That day went on and at the end of the day finally I lost my uncannily feeling … ‘tomorrow you will be seeing Abraham, you become 50’, my wife said to me. I looked at her … smiled … ‘This whole day I felt strange, but now I understand … tomorrow I will gain respect for my wisdom and high age. So this day was the last day of my youth. Tomorrow I will be a mature man’.
my youth has gone by
I am an old man
Well … I hope you did like this haibun which I wrote in 2013, the year in which I really became 50. In that same year I celebrated my 25th anniversary as a haiku poet and an oncology nurse. I hope you all understand the goal of this episode of Heeding Haiku With … write a haibun. I hope I have inspired you with this episode of Heeding Haiku With …
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