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Home (a Haibun)

"If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options.  You can climb it and cross to the other side.  You can go around it.  You can dig under it.  You can fly over it.  You can blow it up.  You can ignore it and pretend it's not there.  You can turn around and go back the way you came.  Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home"  Vera Nazarian

I nestle myself in the bosom of the Blue Ridge, nourished, nurtured, allow my heart to languish within her embrace, her lullabies absorbed, my eyes refreshed.  Deep breathes, feet bare, a settling of the spirit, which only Mother can soothe.  Coneflowers grace my view whose colors are starting to fade, petals beginning to droop.  Reminds me strength and healing are cycles of renewal and rebirth; what home is all about.

Sturdy stems elevate

as pink petals start to droop;

a mountain breeze soothes. 

by Margaret Bednar, July 18, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Toni's Challenge - Poetry Puts a Lump in Your Throat"  Find a Quote and write a poem that reflects the sentiment.  No more than 24 lines.

The photos are not from my backyard, but from where I get my hair done (Westglow Spa).  I wish this was my everyday view, but I am satisfied with where we live and our quaint view of the mountains and trees.   I am minutes from views similar to this all day long.  

Evanesce

Evanesce

Tidal treasures for which I search elude me, no colorful glass, no smoothed stones, everything's cloaked in gray.  Today the tidewrack offers small piles of driftwood and debris; white and gray seagull feathers, bits of rope, possibly a cat's skull, eye sockets portals in which my fascination lingers; think of my Father-in-Law's open casket, of words I'd like to say.  His casket was gray, his silver hair gently combed, his face unlined, rested as if sleeping, treasured rosary and worn prayer cards clasped in folded hands, his gray suit-front crisp as I laid my hand upon his chest.  The chill of the wind brings me back, spy a red button in the sand, remember the array of beautiful red roses atop his coffin, know they too will join this season's fade to gray.

I wish for one more
"I love you" but seasons change
and red fades to gray.

by Margaret Bednar, November 29, 2018

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Toni's Challenge - Mono no Aware" write about change, loss, not full blown depression but a subtle, wistful sadness.  150 words or less and in the Haibun format (which includes a Haiku at the end)


Evanesce - to disappear gradually, vanish, fade away.

Haibun - Beech Mountain's Oz

I can't decide which I like best, dappled sunlight upon yellow bricks flirting with bright red poppies or refreshing raindrops gently dripping from the canopy of trees that line our way to Oz.  We aren't in Kansas but high atop Beech Mountain with roads that rival the path I'm on, twisting, hugging pendulous terrain.  It's the land of Subaru, not munchkins, land of hardy shoe, not ruby red slippers.  Yet, it's as if all the bluster from the West lost its adrenaline, dropped Aunt Em's house in North Carolina where Over the Rainbow's sung on the front lawn, old tractor and front porch set the scene, bicycle and basket lean against split rail fence; even grey clouds hover above.  The door to the house is open, golden yellow and minty greens recently washed clean glow as if in full technicolor; bird-song trickles from tree branches, children's excited voices lull as familiar music cues and Dorothy steps from the corner of the big red barn with blue-gingham dress, braids and a song inviting us to believe.

Raindrops tap windowpane,
refresh red poppies,
revive old heart-felt tales.

By Margaret Bednar, June 8, 2018



Haibun (prose followed up with a Haiku)  This is not a traditional 5-7-5 haiku but it does have a 17 syllable count.

My youngest daughter is one of the Dorothys at Beech Mountain's "Oz" days on Friday's through June.  I will be able to take the tour at the end of June and I hope to video tape her singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow.  If I'm lucky enough to be allowed, I will share it here.

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Toni's Challenge - Fifty Shades of Rain"  I hope my setting part of the scene with "kisame" (rain that drips from tree branches) fits the challenge.