Hot bitter exhaust fumes, from the bus,
barely missed, still lingered in the air.
Thrusting his arm and finger out to hitchhike
a car came to halt.
Dry broom straw crackling beneath his feet,
opening the chrome door handle,
scorching too the touch,
with his handkerchief.
How could he have known;
this was one of those moments
where fate and chance come together
and life changes forever.
occasionally
a moment originates
when it all makes sense
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Category: Love
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Comments6
Good write Jerry.
Thanks Orchi.
Really like this - I've never written in this form and it makes me want to have a go.
Haibun is a new one on me. Invented by haiku pioneer Matsuo BashÅ, it combines verse (haiku) and prose. Here Jerry follows a prose text with a 5-7-5 syllable verse. I also learned "prosimetric" as a generic for texts alternating verse and prose. Aucassin et Nicolette comes to mind in the western traditions.
Those moments are so special Jerry.
Andy
Thank you all. This is my favorite form There is a large one - if you want to read it "A Haibun Odyssey" at
http://www.artandadvertising.com/public/HaibunOdyssey.pdf
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