Saturday, February 9, 2019

Making Tracks Will the River Crack


Walking along the river's edge in solitude, I close my eyes in the morning light. Inhale the freshness of the pines, let peace flow through my soul. Opening my heart, keeping my dreams alive, in hopes they will never die.  Making tracks with my winter boots leaving imprints in the quest. A red tailed hawk flies overhead,  telling me there is nothing to dread.  It's time to change perspective to see beyond frozen choppy waters.  I wrap threads of soft blue wool around my neck, keeping me warm on a cold day. 

The remains of yesterday swirl,  left over snowflakes, not the kind made from scissors and paper.  The kind that dance upon your eyelashes to the song of a misty day. I've seen the parade of souls marching to a sacred drum they came in various forms singing ancient songs. Sometimes,  they make quite the clatter as if to say did their  life really matter?  How many miles did they paddle in their canoes to find a place of heart?  In silence, I make my way home.

frozen life harsh cold
river slumbers in winter
dreaming of spring thaw

author's note: written for dVerse
Haibun Monday - Solitude

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34 comments:

  1. Through your words, I see the Old Ones, hear their drums. Beautiful, my friend.

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    1. Hi Sherry,

      I am sure you can see the apparitions on the river's edge. Thank you for seeing.

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  2. I like the rhyme in the title, which echoes with the ‘ack’ sound, dangerous, and the way you use the senses to convey the scene, especially the ‘winter boots leaving imprints’ and the red tailed hawk, a welcome splash of colour on a cold day. I also like the movement of the ‘remains of yesterday’ in the second paragraph, the’kind that dance upon your eyelashes’, and I love the contrast of ‘harsh cold’ and ‘dreaming of spring thaw’ in the haiku.

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    1. Kim, Thank you for letting me know which parts you enjoyed.

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  3. Spring thaw works for us. Like how you transitioned from paper snow to real snow, neat addition indeed. Quite the stroll.

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    1. Hi Pat, I like the feel of snowflakes as long as it isn't bitter cold. I remember as a kid cutting paper snowflakes and creating all sorts of designs.

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  4. That was a wonderful mix of prose and poetry. And I could feel the cold.

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    1. Good Morning Alex, it has been a cold winter with a few warm days. I am sure you have the opposite where you reside. Stay warm.

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  5. I do love the tracks you are making in the snow... to me wandering in snow is having a perfect companion in silence and snowflakes... solitude and peace

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    1. Thank you Bjorn, I hope you are enjoying your snow filled walks.

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  6. Oh yes, I identify. Surrounded by frozen life here, and waiting for another spring. It will be so welcome after this harsh cold!

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  7. It's fun to think of the river dreaming of spring underneath the ice. Something is stirring!

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    1. I am sure life stirs under all the ice. Thank you for visiting.

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  8. This is such a beautiful haibun. It reveals your heart, your caring for nature and those who came before us. Lovely.

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    1. Thank you Mryna for seeing. Have a wonderful week!

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  9. Winter in America is cold and I just keep growing older.

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    1. Yes it is indeed cold in many parts of the country. I think we are all getting older with each day.

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  10. Just beautiful. The prose section is really poetry too.

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  11. This is so serene and peaceful … you have struck the chords perfectly with your words.

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  12. What a beautiful haibun this is Truedessa. If only more of us appreciated how important the natural wild places are that do so much to keep all us creatures alive.

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    1. Old Egg, thank you for you kind words. I try to get out to enjoy nature when I can.

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  13. What I love most about this haibun is what it leaves in my heart as I finish reading--the thought of spring. It doesn't matter how cold winter might get, how uncertain... in time, spring will come. I love that.

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    1. Hi Magaly, May you always feel the spring in your heart and life blossom with each new day.

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  14. This piece evoked some very old memories. I can't recall the last time I walked through a forest or field just for the sake of doing so, or even because I had to do so to get from Point A to Point B. Funny how there are so many things one doesn't miss until you actually stop and think about them.

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    1. Hi Silver,

      Maybe, you should go out and take a short walk and enjoy the beauty of nature.

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  15. This is such a beautiful poem, thank you so much for sharing.

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  16. I love how you describe everything! So beautiful!

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  17. This was gorgeous, Truedessa. I particularly liked the line, "The kind that dance upon your eyelashes to the song of a misty day." I know just that feeling, but could never have expressed it so beautifully. I had to google "haibun," a term I had never heard before. What a cool genre. Thank you for opening my eyes!

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  18. Only True can write such beauty.

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