Haibun: a mixture of prose and haiku... 'sgotta be good! I hope the fact that I have set out my prosey-bit as lines does not disqualify my attempt, but probably it does... Ach well! Thanks for the inspiration, Richard. KopyKate xx
THIRST (Haibun)
Brutes prostrate themselves on banks,
lap from rivers of blood.
Dreamers kneel by crystal waters,
drink deeply from cupped hands;
envisage beyond their free-flowing streams.
Immortals stand tall, faces upturned,
and sip from bills of humming birds,
wings of heaven fanning their face.
lips of bubbling red;
eyes whose dawn-light pierce the dark;
rainbow skin deep breathing:
countenance betrays:
by his source is each man known –
slaughter or sweetness.
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Reviews of "Thirst (Haibun - thank you RLC! :)) xx)"
thrust in the midst of deep exploration of the who,what,when where, how and why of mankind -- compelling write done masterfully Kate -- even though not the vaunted Haibun you sought -- form be damned, this is some of the good work -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
"by his source is each man known--" is so true, Kate. Whatever we take into our body, mind, and soul will nourish life--or death, "slaughter or sweetness."
From the Albion of daggers in the night drawing blood here comes a poem that has a whiff of Transylvania's Vlad Tepes from a delicate hand that will never give us a rose full of thorns.
I'm reading Norman Mailer's Castle in the Forest about the family history of the Hitler family; apparently, young Adolf was a client of the devil. It does seem sometimes that angels and demons are battling it out here on the Good Earth.
Powerful and deep, Kate. I love the finish on this.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2009
"...by his source is each man known..." is a wonderful line that fits beautifully into this viscerally-felt piece. The title is perfect. And, I've always loved the word "envisage."
Kate,
This pushes boundaries with its rich thought and expression and has me thinking of the human and immortal conditions we are heir to. And the ending, the 'no way to read the truth in the countenance' has a deep Shakespearean ring to it.
Ouch...this is intense and rings with a deep throaty rumble of a poet's potential. Kate your words, no matter what form you take are always welcome and listened to with mind and heart...this one is no exception.
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Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
I'm reading Norman Mailer's Castle in the Forest about the family history of the Hitler family; apparently, young Adolf was a client of the devil. It does seem sometimes that angels and demons are battling it out here on the Good Earth.
angelic Ken
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(breathes instead of breathing for 5;-)
poetry. I really love these lines:
Immortals stand tall, faces upturned,
and sip from bills of humming birds,
wings of heaven fanning their face.
Beautiful! Yours in envy, -gene.
This pushes boundaries with its rich thought and expression and has me thinking of the human and immortal conditions we are heir to. And the ending, the 'no way to read the truth in the countenance' has a deep Shakespearean ring to it.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :)
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