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

Transport of Choice – My Imagination

This piece also published in “The Haven of Haibun” today.

Transport of Choice

It is said that to travel is to learn, to grow inside through experience. While admitting to the truth in this, it does appear my travels have lead me far afield from where I’d originally meant to go. Funny that.

The various turns in the road, chosen by my own volition, seemed the right ones to take at the time, in retrospect I’m doubtful of this. Therefore, there have been those lessons learned in my travels which have been painful. This having been said, I will now say that my favorite mode of transportation is and always has been – my mind.

Fueled by the wonderful power of imagination, I have traveled to any place and every place wished for – to visit. Imagination, my vehicle of choice and while some may laugh at this mode of transport, I find this particular vehicle ready to depart at a moments notice to the far reaches of my desires, and I … I am most content with this.

imagination

*“to infinity and beyond”

yes, he has it right

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Just simply had to throw in one of Disney’s beloved characters in my haiku. I adore *Buzz Lightyear and his wonderful outlook on life, cartoon character though he may be. I hope you enjoyed my Haibun.

It is a pleasure to see Haibun Thinking Writing Challenge up and active once again. Welcome back. The challenge this week is “Film Week”. Write Haibun style using the following quote or a photo as a prompt. As you can see, I chose the quote:

“You came here in that thing?
You’re braver than I thought.”
~ Carrie Fisher (Star Wars)

I encourage everyone who enjoys writing to enter this challenge. Just click on the Haibun Thinking up above. To read other entries click on the blue “links in collection!”

Have a wonderful day, filled with joy and love,

~ Penny

The Dichotomy of Hope – A Haibun for our Tomorrows.

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 puffball, to enlighten.

A Wish upon a Puffball – One single seed!

Fingers carefully grasped the fragile puffball’s stem, not wanting to disturb the ethereal seeds too soon. My wish might not be heard, but blown away. The wish made, I blew gently, scattering the 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 the unpredictable winds of nature. It only takes one … one seed to reach the earth for regrowth and fruition.

And so it is with hope. A seed of potential and possibility, cast upon the 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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Have a great day today and even better tomorrow,

Thank you for stopping by,

~ Penny

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The Crafting of Words – An Art Form! Haibun Thinking #7

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I dwell alone, existing in a solitary world drifting among various thoughts, not a vacuum but a potential happening. A dreamlike state, at flux within the flow of creating – determining potentialities with the formation of my words, perhaps stylized, perhaps distinctive, uniquely me. Poetic in prose, pleasing to the eye, original.

The crafting of words is an art form. And in essence, the same as any artist in the throes of creation, the different factor being only that of medium. But as for the rest, an artist at work.

Cascading possibilities stream endlessly through consciousness and I am reminded my personal pallet of verbal colors can be as expressively rich as a glorious spring day, corresponding adjective hues and nuances as numerous as the most vivid of rainbows viewed through moisture laden air after a summer storm.

My words will be like onto visual works of art, flowing in movement, a glorious symphony of expression, making known to you my thoughts and feelings in a manner that will move you as many artists do with their creations. It is, after all, what we do – we artists of the word.

writing artisans
capturing life’s essence 
rendering in words

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This week the haibun writing challenge for HAIBUN THINKING involves art and the great artist Michelangelo. For more information click on Haibun Thinking to enter this weekly challenge or to read some of the other haibun entries. If you’re a writer or a reader you will enjoy yourself there.

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Thank you for stopping by,
Penny

The Flow of Words , haibun writing – an assignment!

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Hi everyone,

I’ve been working on a blog dedicated to the writing of haibun for awhile now, but it has been ‘slow going’ for a variety of reasons. Today I’d like to pass along some information from a recent posting in The Haven of Haibun (this blog is still a work in progress – very few posts to date – but do visit if you’d like to.)

As for those interested in the ‘haibun style of writing’ read on:

Focus, Observation, and Flow of words. Key elements.

Consider the art of writing haibun from the singular purpose of capturing a flow when you write.

Your Assignment -Watch the flow of moving water in nature for awhile. Focus on the flow, observe its nature.

By vilhelmJourney to a nearby river, stream or the ocean and shore line. Even a fountain in a park will do. Any body of moving water near you. Take a journal along. When you arrive at this location, be in the moment mentally and physically. Take the time to experience everything happening with the water.

Walk along the water (if possible) for awhile. Watch the water’s movement. Observe the various currents. The water’s ebbs and flows. Whether rapid, fast moving swollen rivers, or gentle gurgling streams, notice the changes. The flow or flux (variability) of moving water in nature exhibits many of the characteristics with which we humans contend in our own emotional natures. There is a connection to be made here. You want your visceral experience to relate to your written word.

Think about how the water flows.

Haibun words should move in a like manner. While sentence structure defines how we connect words to one another to create expression and/or narrative, of even greater value for artistic writing is the ability to consider positioning or placement of each word used from the perspective of flow. A few examples:

There is a flower growing in the meadow.

a meadow flower grows.

Growing flower of the meadow.

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Completing your assignment with your written words: Write a haibun that is a thought or memory of an experience regarding the flow of water. Sensations and emotional feelings can add much here.

See if you can match the flow of water to your words. Follow the general rules (read more here if needed) for writing your Water Haibun, (one or several paragraphs with accompanying haiku) and be sure to enjoy the process.

Good writing be with you,

Penny

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Mirror Image

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Such an interesting turn of phrase “mirror image” as compared to … oneself. More incongruous than the image appears (visually speaking), we (humans) always tend to “see” more than what is really visible to the naked eye.

Still, the person on the outside looking at the same person (on the inside of a mirror) has the distinct advantage of being seen in a two dimensional platform –  which is, of course, never the actuality of life.

Wading deeply through the stream of reality, I could look down at life’s liquidness and see my own mirror image reflected in the fluidity of all life as it swirls around me. Ebbing waves of ‘this or that’ moment of experience exhibiting – all that I appear to be.

But I rarely do – look. I selfishly do not stop the train of thought, (my personal perception of life experiences) and indeed my ability to continue on with an absorption, immersion and captivation of life which I find quintessential to my own well being and improvement.

In summation, a true mirror image of self might be viewed as a matrix where each new bit and piece and layer of the “who I am” rearranges and renews – at will, (my ‘true image’ being of constant change) – as it should, because with each subsequent change I become more of who I truly am.

life’s true potential
mirrored in streaming nature
from dream to reality

Penny L Howe, 2013

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For more details to this weeks Ligo Haibun (writing) Challenge click here!

Thanks for stopping by, sending love, prayers, much hope and courage to those in the Philippines for their many loses. Please support them in any way that you are able to!

Penny

Life’s Reality – or another crazy night? Ligo Haibun Challenge

This week the Ligo Haibun Challenge presents two quotes as prompts! I have chosen the George Carlin quote:

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“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin

A full moon out tonight, as I walked alone. A clear sky too. Very cool, the air crisp this late in the season. I didn’t notice the full moon right away, my mind turning out to be every bit as full as the moon shining down on me. My thoughts confusing, taken up with the insanity of life’s struggles! The moon seemed to have it’s own agenda anyway, up there so high, aloft from everything happening down here.

I remember shivering, pulling my jacket tightly against my body, I don’t know what possessed me to walk down to the river in the first place. It’s even chillier there, but I could hear the water lapping against the shore and it seems soothing – does that sound crazy – and I’m tempted, indeed drawn to the dark liquid. The need to touch, so strong. It won’t change my existence, still I scoop up the water in my hands, feeling velvety ice water threading through my fingers.

Damn, everything feels so futile tonight, an emptiness. The moon mocking my solo sojourn to the river, as if to echo those meaningless feelings. I see my kneeling silhouette illuminated against the rippling water, proving my reality, at least. My fingers are frozen numb now, doesn’t matter. I could hear the moon, you see. It was howling and I recognized the tune. I’d heard it before.

And with that recognition I could walk back home, even with the moon still mocking in it’s solitary mode. I’m impervious now, entirely focused on rubbing my hands together to get some warmth back into them.

just another night
no winners, no losers – just life
and the howling moon
 
 
 
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For more information about The Ligo Haibun Challenge and to give your writing talents a try click here! A great activity for writers to take part in!

~ Penny