Aware Haibun

Orchids were a challenge but I ventured out to the store and bought some that day. The local greenhouse employee advised me on exactly how to care for them. He said that I should buy a couple of plants already blooming as they are the hardiest at that time. They were all blooming so that wasn’t hard. I was admiring their beauty and adding Orchid food to the water when thoughts of my children filled my head yet again. It had only been six months since the last of the 3 had gone off to college and I missed them. I turned my attention to the plants again and began to sing my favorite song to them. “Twinkle, twinkle little star…

the mother robin

pushes the babies to fly

her nest is empty

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© Carol Campbell

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B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond hosted by Bastet is about the poetic tool of Aware . Pronounced ah-WAR-ay. Here’s Georgia’s description:

So the Haibun isn’t just the mundane description of an aspect of a voyage with a haiku tacked onto it but it is the effort to create a moment of aware or emotional reaction through the spirit of the moving moment without really stating what that emotion should be.  The prose poem is completed by the haiku (or tanka) so the haiku shouldn’t just be a re-description of the moment but a sort of climax  – the haiku by itself would perhaps be beautiful but one may not be able to understand the meaning hidden with-in it … it’s the complimentary aspect between the prose poem and the haiku that makes a Haibun a Haibun. Taking this further we can  apply aware to the Haiga (a bit of visual art with a haiku) or the other poetic forms like the Choka or the Kyoka or Senryu … which is rather daring of me, as many of these latter forms are not considered poetry at all by Japanese Officialdom.

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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17 thoughts on “Aware Haibun”

  1. Ah this is so very real and beautiful Carol .. how so right you are, the mother’s job is to send her chicks out into the world … even though she knows the nest will be empty. A perfect example of ‘aware’!

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