In February, spring comes temporarily to New Jersey, and we rejoice to see yellow and purple crocuses open to the light. In Florida, families bury their dead, while youthful hearts, watered with blood, swell and join together to cry out against the darkness.
Rising above ground
bulbs thrust tendrils to surface,
seeking warmth and light
we gather, remembering
seeds of kindness, blooms of love
This is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. Colleen asked us to use synonyms for breakthrough and movement. I don’t know if a Haibun can include a tanka instead of a haiku. So this is either a Haibun or a tanka with a poetic introduction. Maybe someone can let me know. 🙂
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.
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
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.