What’s a sunset without drama! A clamor of memories amidst burning hues, a whiff of honeysuckle blooms and a walk down the scandalous path.The stillness of twilight often turns me into a poet, a sadist one though. Quite expected from someone broken by the pretext of love. “When it rains, let tears wash into the sewer” – words of a close friend in the pursuit of inner peace. Not everyone’s made for fluffy romance. The discontent at the sound of your laughter grew thick with the shadows. Tonight, the ghosts spoke to me.
red wine, sleight of hand
voices within dark spaces
a drop of cyanide
Today, I am exploring Haibun – a prosimetric form which includes both prose and a haiku. The prose tells a story, which can be an anecdote, memoir or an observation, and the haiku carries forward the prose. You can read more about it at Contemporary Haibun Online or find inspiration from a passage by Issa’s haibun. or check out the guidelines to write a haibun
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I received this tag from Tulika at Beat About the Book. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Shubhra at NatkhatZ. There are 42 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 6, 7, 8 September 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised!
Just read my first haibun, and absolutely loved it! Your dark verse really speaks to me. Keep writing!