Haibun Thinking – City Life and Nature’s Heartbeat!

Photo prompt:

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photograph © Arthur Browne

My entry:

This is the city. I’ve lived in the heart of a metropolis. I enjoyed being there. Something unique in the nature of city life. A day time hustle and bustle not found in rural life. Although to a large degree that has changed with the intrusion of malls and “everything you need at one place” mega stores.

But at night, cities still hold sway to that uniqueness I mentioned. There’s a grittiness that comes out in between the city lights, neon signs and mostly empty sidewalks. The sounds and smells are intriguing. I won’t deny that I loved my stay in the city. And I won’t deny that I miss a certain aspect of it. A “making things happen” kind of feeling. A hustle and bustle reminding one of living, moving forward and yet …

I don’t regret leaving. I missed the countryside. I missed the early morning mist and dewy greenness of nature. A different pace in the natural world. One I’m more suited for and one I was out of step with for a period of time in my life. The balance was missing, reclaimed when I returned to my roots.

a balanced life

at the very heart of the matter

is nature’s heartbeat

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Haibun Thinking is a weekly writers challenge. If you wish to enter click here. Big thanks to Alastair for hosting this haibun challenge and giving writers an opportunity to improve their writing skills.

~ Hope you enjoyed, thanks for stopping by,

Penny

Haibun Thinking – Reading a Book!

This week’s literary quote prompt: “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!”~ Jane Austen (Pride & Prejudice)

Reading“Lost in the pleasure of a well written book” 

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Books (of the hold in your hands and turn the pages kind) are special to me. There’s a quality unique to the printed word on paper not to be found in today’s electronic readers.  Disparity, clear and obvious to a book lover. One format meant as a convenience – a temporary reading experience. The other packaged in a form to become a permanence – an addition to who you are.

Apart from physical substance and texture, often enhancing the reading experience, the very act of picking up a book and opening it makes, for me, the reading process more personal. After reading, favored books reside on bookshelves acquiring a sense of an addition to family and friends. Your favorite authors, your favorite stories, your books of learning and literature repose near at hand for a return visit when so desired.

I wonder if books that are now electronic applications will eventually replace all the hardback and paperback books? I hope not. The me that is a reader, hopes not. The me that revels in each new book I acquire, hopes not. Books fill me up with all those things that I might otherwise miss.

advancement sometimes

less than one would wish for

a new emptiness

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Haibun Thinking is a (weekly) opportunity for writers to stretch their writing skills. Honing their style of the written word. For more information click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alastair, will get you started. Be sure and click on the blue link icon to read the excellent entries, while you’re there! Thanks to Alastair for his time and effort in bringing this opportunity to us all.

Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Haibun Thinking – Memories Lost, like tears in the rain!

This week in the Haibun Thinking writers challenge, one of the choices for the prompt is the following phrase:

“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.”
~ Rutger Hauer (Blade Runner, movie)

My entry:

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Memories

So precious our memories, yet often only to each of us, as we recall specific moments from our life. Although our lives are shared with family and friends our memories are individual to our perspective of the experiences we’ve had. The accumulation of memories seems lonely on the one hand, yet personal and private on the other.

I wonder … if it were possible, would I share my feelings I’ve had so far in my life … would I? Not dreary ones, or sad or bad ones, but the most glorious and wonderful ones. I’m not referring to a discussion on time and events that occurred but the ability to pass on actual emotions being felt in those moments. It might be a very grand thing.

It does seem, whether our experiences are fleeting or of some duration, each memory is categorized in our mind according to our very personal feelings or emotions of said experience. And while these memories of significant past events are rarely forgotten to us, it is a bit sad that they exist mostly within our own individual minds, to be lost in time like tears in the rain.

life’s cherished moments

fleeing endlessness of time

sadly forgotten

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While the video/movie is distinctly dystopian in nature, there is a valuable thread running through the whole. About people, life, our feelings, our reason and need to feel needed … of a purpose and to have shared those feelings with others. My haibun this week was based on those feelings.

Haibun Thinking is an excellent (weekly) opportunity for writers to stretch their writing skills. For more information click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alastair, will get you started. Be sure and click on the blue link icon to read other entries, while you’re there!

Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Haibun Thinking – A Single Wish

Funny thing about “Hope”. It is both fragile beyond imagining and yet often has a tenacity and strength seemingly unbelievable.

How can this be?

Perhaps an analogy made with a wish upon a puffball, to enlighten.

One Single Seed – One Single Wish

Fingers carefully grasped fragile puffball’s stem, not wanting to disturb ethereal seeds too soon. My wish might not be heard, but blown away. The wish made, I blew gently, scattering fair dandelion seeds upon moist morning breezes.

Wishful thinking indeed for hopes to be realized, yet all that is needed for the puffball is but a single seed. A lone survivor tossed in unpredictable winds of nature. It only takes one … one seed to reach the earth for regrowth and fruition.

And so it is with hope. The seed of potential and possibility, cast upon winds of fortune.

May our hopes, dreams and wishes reach fruition. All that is needed is one single seed!

hope strengthens me

a most delicate framework

of possibilities

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For some of you, the above haibun may be familiar. First posted this spring, I felt it was a good one for this week’s Haibun Thinking Challenge which is “Free Style”, or writer’s choice. For more information about this excellent opportunity for a writer to improve his or her skills click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alistair, of Haibun Thinking has all the answers. Click on the blue link icon to read other entries!

Thank you for stopping by,

~ Penny

Haibun Thinking – A Mother’s Love … Endless!

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© Anja Partin

A Mother’s Love

The distinction of being a mother, understood by almost every single female on this planet, is to be fore-sworn as needs be, in the protection of her children! She will stand strong with this understanding, as necessary, on this battling planet called Earth!

She will stand alone, if she must. But she will stand and if she is struck down then another female will come to take her place. She is a female and a mother and when none other will do – she will insure that … life goes on!

endless enduring

distinction of a mother

insuring life goes on

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This week’s Haibun Thinking Writer’s Challenge is the writing of haibun using a photo or a drawing as the prompt. I have chosen the beautiful drawing by Anja for my prompt. This was probably the easiest haibun I have ever written because as a mother, who loved her mother and so forth and so on, I know the truth of the words I write (as it is found repeatedly in history and today around the planet).

For more information about how you can be a part of this weekly writers challenge click HERE! Join in! Try your hand at haibun writing. I know a few of you writers out there and I think you’d be great at this style of writing!

Hoping everyone’s week is proceeding in a positive manner, take care of you,

~ Penny

The Joyous Pleasure of Laughing Wildflowers

“Earth laughs in flowers” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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In the air a sounding of mirth! Joyful flowers in playful abandon, singing and laughing – a most splendid array. Brilliance of color, pattern, design. Lost in happy paradise, Mother Nature’s creation. I shall laugh with the flowers, join the profusion of pleasurable sensations, for how can I not.

Surroundings of blossom, playful peaking around corners, echoes in the distance and all around – a giggle of colors, riches of each petal’s artless glee, unfolding for all to partake. Glorious explosion of colorful laughter. Myriad of joyful expression; the wild flowers of my world.

beauty so joyous

ensuing laughter unfolds

flowering blossoms

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Thank you,
Penny

Haibun Thinking: Continuity – but not for all!

This week the challenge on Haibun Thinking is to use either a literary quote or a photograph as your writing prompt. For more information about how you can also be a part of this Haibun Writing Challlenge, just click here on Haibun Thinking.  The Photograph:

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photograph by © Michael Grogan

My entry:

Continuity, such an interesting word. The meaning I refer to is the unbroken and consistent existence or operation of something over a period of time. For the continuity of the human species to exist, so it seems, the continuity of many other life forms cease.

As I look out my window I ponder the continuity in my personal life. It’s a good life, the children have a place to play, to grow, to be safe, even though each year our fields produce less crop and there are less bees to pollinate. My husband oversees our farm while I work in the city for the extra income needed to survive in today’s world.

I worry about the weather too. Thank goodness no tornadoes so far, but the weather seems so unpredictable. So many changes happening so rapidly and not just outside my window, but globally.

As I look out the window one final time, before beginning my commute to work, I ponder again the word continuity and wonder, can our own human “continuity” continue on it’s path without completely destroying itself in the process.

ecosystems bane

human life’s continuity

just not for all life

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The weekend is almost here, everyone relax and enjoy as you can,

~ Penny