The Muse: Haibun

I am dreaming. I stand on a beach in a wild and beautiful land. There is a woman there with burnished skin, like cherry wood, polished and glowing. She’s clothed in a gown of flowers–red, yellow, and white buds that seem to open and bloom before my eyes. As she walks, the air around her parts in song. I hear it, carried on a breeze scented by the sea and tropical blossoms. The sun shines above me, but casts no shadows. I think time has stopped, or perhaps it has no meaning in this place. The woman approaches a doorway at the edge of sand and jungle. Smiling, she turns and gestures for me to follow. I calmly take a step—then wake–but I remember.

infinite doorway

from dream-time the muse beckons

in vision of light

indigo night turns rosy

dawn trailing whispered secrets



D. Howard Hitchcock, “Waikiki Beach in Sunlight,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

This is for Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Challenge. The prompt words are calm and wild.

I wrote a poem in my dreams about a week ago. When I woke, I couldn’t remember it. All I remembered was one of my daughters writing about the poem, “OMG, OMG—that poem!” (My subconscious gives me pep talks.) And I had an image of a woman, Caribbean perhaps, dressed in a brightly flowered dress.

I am still crazy-busy writing a final entry for another one that didn’t come through from a contributor. I apologize for being so behind in reading so many wonderful posts and missing challenges and prompts. I’m trying to catch up as I can.







35 thoughts on “The Muse: Haibun

  1. What a wonderful representation of a dream.
    Good luck with finishing up your writing! So frustrating when people don’t follow through on their commitments. (K)

  2. I just read Pam Wight’s fantasy on dreaming and bees, so now I’m catching up with your colorful haibun. I notice lots of hues here including indigo. Now I wonder whether your reading the blog post about Sarah’s art therapy studio may have oozed into your dream. A long shot, but Hey!

  3. I was so hoping this was truly a dream that you remembered. It is so graciously beautiful. It is the kind of dream I wish for. But I guess the fact that you imagined this dream even if not from exact memory means that it is inside you. I also am laughing about the fact of you remembering a dream in which you wrote a poem, and in which you were encouraging yourself along. I have dreams like that in which I’ve written a perfect story and I love the characters and the plot line and while dreaming I say to myself-you cannot forget this! And I wake up and I still have it in the flash of a second, and then it’s gone…

  4. I could picture a woman with her flowers on her dress being vibrant and nearly living in motion from your own description. Budding and blossoming. . . music included. So nice!
    The dress could swish and sway creating movement, Merril.
    I like the muse beckoning you but it is to go in a doorway, while you are already in a paradise setting. Maybe she wishes to share a cool drink and gaze outwardly with you.
    I love your daughter in your dream, who is so amazed by your imaginative and beautiful writing; cheering you on! ❤

  5. How lovely. I am a dream writer too! I have to open myself up to the mystical forces of the universe and then the inspiration flows. I love this Haibun and the Tanka that follows. “…Indigo nights turn rosy…” What a spectacular description. I see it in my mind’s eye. ❤

      • That’s great, Merril. Very cool. My husband still has dreams from when he was in Vietnam… Some of them we are able to laugh at the next day… well, actually most of them we can laugh at now. Healing laughter is the best! ❤

  6. Pingback: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HEAT & CONFUSE | Colleen Chesebro ~ Fairy Whisperer

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