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Hi Alan. Thank you. Wasn't sure if u were asking for results to be posted here or on Per Diem or if it was an exercise to quietly do on one's own. Thanks for clarifying. Rick

Hi Alan, I assume that this exercise is meant to be accomplished privately with no posting of results anywhere? Rick

A well produced presentation with wonderful poems and music to match. Enjoyed!

in memory of Jane - from my front garden just now.

i shift my gaze
from bloom to bloom
hummingbirds

Love the way you wrote this:

but there's a nine year old boy who limps,
as he catches a train,
      in a man's body.

Yellow is an interesting choice to illustrate the dark side. To me, after white, it represents a higher goodness. But we each bring our own color scheme to life and it's all good.

I used red because that is the actual color. If it was a deer, moose or bear it can sometimes be quite a large stain crossing several travel lanes.

Quote from: Alan Summers on July 12, 2016, 10:58:43 AM
Yes, there's a lot of roadkill out there, and sometimes it's human.   One of my step-relatives narrowly avoided being killed on the road just a week ago.

Oddly I haven't used the color red for any of my 'hadaka' haiku but yellow I associate with the dark raw side of life:

Monday's magician of yellow colour of murder

[monostich]

Alan Summers
Publication Credits: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)


girl in an owl

a human gun for yellow

Alan Summers
c.2.2. Anthology of short-verse ed. Brendan Slater & Alan Summers
(Yet To Be Named Free Press 2013)

Haibun:

Windsor & Newton receive a small parcel

   of gamboge from their South-East Asian suppliers:
they usually grind it up carefully and sell in tubes,
   one of their more expensive watercolours.

      This one contains exploded bullets.
      There's five of them displayed in their office now.

   It might have been the Vietnam War,
   or the horrors of the Pol Pot regime,
   a soldier, or a group of soldiers, entered a garcinia grove
   and sprayed bullets around the area with machine guns. 

Some of them lodged safely in the bamboo,
to be found months, years later, by paint-makers
in Harrow.

There are landmines in that grove now
where the trees bleed in slow sunshine.

      Whatever happened to the other bullets
                  can only be imagined,

but there's a nine year old boy who limps,
as he catches a train,
      in a man's body.


   this reluctant bird
   another bright eye day
   for the both of us



n.b. (for readers) Gamboge is a deep tone of saffron for painting, and other uses such as Buddhist robes.

pub. Blithe Spirit Vol. 25 issue 2 (2015)
anthology: Journeys 2015, World Haibun Anthology ed. Angelee Deodhar

Quote from: justlikeyou on July 12, 2016, 09:02:47 AM
I just found this thread. I really should get out more.

In reading through the thread something immediately came to mind. An all too common scene 'round these parts.


red dawn
the highway stained
with a life    drained    out

I just found this thread. I really should get out more.

In reading through the thread something immediately came to mind. An all too common scene 'round these parts.


red dawn
the highway stained
with a life    drained    out