Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules on the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.
Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown an impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do. ❤
This week, I’ve chosen Aweni as the Poet of the Week for her Haibun poem called, Life and Death. I read this Haibun numerous times finding something different to like each time. This is a marvelous Haibun!
Haibun prose is written in the first-person singular which Aweni has done. The paragraphs are descriptive and share the poet’s thoughts. Notice how the haiku doesn’t explain the prose. We know it’s related in subject matter but it also “shows” us life and death, reinforcing the theme of the Haibun. It’s all connected. The prose reinforces the story that is told with the poetry.
I also like the poet’s choice of capitalization with the words “Life and Death.” Remember you want to follow the rules, but at the same time add some bit of creativity that stretches the boundaries by making it your own.
Brush up your Haibun writing skills HERE.
I muse about Life and death, and it is revealed to me that they are two of a kind. Standing side by side. Touching, but not feeling, neither encroaching. They exist in harmony as they swirl in turns over the bridge of Time. Deep in the crevices of my mind, the knowledge that all souls that taste Life must Death’s call honour, is stirred. But my mind encases this knowledge with a cloak of invisibility so that I may romance Life to the fullest. She is my preferred option after all.
With a vow of death,
Life’s sweet taste caressed his tongue
Until death’s harsh call.
It is thought that neither Death nor Life triumphs over the other. In most matters, yes, this is the truth, but not in the realm of vision where Death triumphs. I am told we are all blind until the day we bade farewell to Life. But, I remain stoic and will not be derailed, as my mind’s cloak of invisibility thickens. I revel in this darkness. Sight can wait.
Blind, she weeps for him.
Sightful, he kissed his love’s lips.
She felt his lips not.
© 2018 Aweni
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