Haibun - "The Hero"

With these two at his side, he can't help but win!

I remember when my first son's voice changed, how quickly he grew after that, from 16 to man in a flash.  Confident and bold even then.  I never worried.  My youngest, so sweet, so innocent, has middle school lurking 'round the corner, my mother's heart leary for there's a monster to face: dyslexia.  It claws shame, roars insecurity, frightens with frustration.  With patience, love, and honesty I slash my sword, momentarily knock knees from beneath the beast, encourage son to be a voice of strength, hold shield high, take pride in creativity and strengths, not to mention his kindness for which everyone speaks.  Life is measured many ways besides report cards.  Not everyone gets a chance to battle a monster; only heroes.

Mighty beast roars,
a little boy whistles
as the Nasturtiums bloom.

by Margaret Bednar, April 16, 2019

The haiku isn't 5-7-5 but it IS 22 syllables

Nasturtium is a bright colored flower that means there will be victory through a battle and conquest.

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Touch of Snow" - write a Haibun.

Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.

After the Storm

After the Storm

Off the slivered moon comes a faint light,
of the sky, a sprinkling
reflected in street puddles
as I night walk,

tip my toe, scattering poems.
Watch them pulsate to life,
silence dispersed,
gently whispering prose.

Mid-day my son,
helmetless, reckless,
rides island's backroads,
saturated and swelling,

amusement overflowing,
a slam celebration;
poems now spirited
with youthful passion and voice.

by Margaret Bednar, August, 24, 2018


Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - On the Edge of a Starry Night" -
we are to take the line: "In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" (the last line of E.E. Cummings poem "The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars And It is".

I broke up the lines into four segments and used my artistic license:

I changed night walk(s) to "night walk"
and (the) is taken out so it now reads "in street puddles"