Haibun Thinking: Love’s Wrath

Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

Fire propels her hand to a blur. The rasp of metal against stone, the technique taught to her by a once-love, fills the yawning maw of blackness inside with its star-sparks. She caresses her cold companion; so unlike flesh in its rigidity and focus of purpose.

In its faithfulness.

Trembling fingers slip. Crimson blossoms in a slow fury. The empty pillow next to her falls victim to sharp rage. Practice for when he stumbles in from his “business” meeting later.

tip of blade glistens
careless hands destroy two lives-
love’s flame fanned to rage

For Haibun Thinking. This week’s prompts are the quote from a Robert Burns poem, as well as a photo prompt you can find on the challenge site. The quote stirred feelings of betrayal and vengeance, so my haibun reflects that. Head on over and join in with your own haibun.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn


Haibun Thinking: Precious Time

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Pictures of moments slide through in flashes. Tiny feet taking the first stumbling steps toward embrace. Toward freedom. “Daddy, Daddy, I did it!” Those first wobbly pedals as I let you go, finding the balance necessary to stay up on your own. “Daddy, Daddy, I did it!” The day you came home with your driver’s license, all smiles as you show off a horrible DMV photo. “I did it, Dad.” Sitting as I watch you cross the stage for your diploma, waving at your mother and finding your friends to celebrate. “Later, Dad.”

I remember those moments so clearly, but as I watch you descend into the ground, all the moments in between blur and twist. “I’m tired right now.” “Not now, I’m busy.” “We’ll play/watch/do something later.”

Later came, and I was too late. I thought we’d have more time, but the truth hits me: There’s never more time, only now.

“I’m sorry, son. I didn’t do it.”

When the Earth reclaims,
memories are what we hold
loss of precious time

There’s a new challenge for you haibun writers out there: Haibun Thinking. There are two prompts to choose from. One is the quote above. The other is this photo:

Ranger and Monty © Kathryn Forbes 2013

Ranger and Monty © Kathryn Forbes 2013

Head on over and check out the challenge. The people hosting it are great and I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

J. Milburn

Paint The World With Words – Haibun: Crowded Loneliness


120908-N-TX154-113 (Photo credit: U.S. Pacific Fleet)

The sunset glistens off the ocean; the world changes from endless blue to bright colors only seen for moments. The sky becomes Nature’s canvas as she paints her fleeting masterpiece, the likes of which make artists shamed at their paltry efforts to capture what can only be felt. Dolphins dance and play, leaping and crashing through the waves. A crowd stands at an opening, silence and reverence louder than a thousand shouts. Overhead, machines of war roar as they soar off the flight deck, while hundreds of uniformed citizens scurry about, focused on duties. Their time comes at sunrise.

lonesome city sails

fellows of duty and chance

Ocean dwarfs us all

My try at a Haibun for Paint The World with Words. A Haibun, at its most basic, is prose married to haiku. For a deeper explanation, head over to Amreen B. Shaikh’s site by clicking the link. She really explains it much better than I ever could 🙂

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn