d’Verse Poets Pub- Haibun Monday- Hear Me Whisper

Let’s write our haibun that references the heart, in whatever context that you conceive. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.

When animals hibernate in the winter, their hearts slow to a barest minimum for sustaining life. I often imagine frogs at the bottom of a pond or chipmunks in channels below the ground living life as a faint whisper one soft infrequent heartbeat at a time. In those long pauses is a mysterious hushed eternity that leads to an electrical instant of reclaiming life. Almost dead…ALIVE…almost dead...ALIVE…

Some say winter is a time of silence, of nothingness. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Can you hear it? Winter is a thrumming pause when Mother Nature’s life-pulse is the loudest to those persevering toward the Spring.

“Hush now” winter wind,
Hasten life to fill the void.
Her whispered rhythm.


Good Advice

You may take a deep breath

But don’t hold it in.

Your ears might explode

and slip to your chin.

Raise your eyebrows real quick

and don’t make a sound.

Your face may peel off

and land on the ground.

If your face starts to slip

you must try your best,

To stop it from sliding

down off of your chest.

The right thing to do

Is lie down with great haste.

By this time, I dread,

It will be at your waist.

 You chose not to heed me.

I hope you don’t sneeze!

Your face has no business

Attached to your knees.

There’s hope for you still

If you raise your feet high.

Now grab for your chin

and the edge of one eye.

Ease your whole face on up

back to your head.

Now lower those legs

and relax on your bed.

Next time, you will listen!

And I DARE to repeat,

Who wants their nose

That close to their feet?

Only if you can Imagine

“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ~Albert Einstein

“Imagination is more important than knowledge”~Albert Einstein


Only if you can Imagine…

Holding it, I knew the truth.

It is a fossilized clam from time before.

You cannot tell me it isn’t.

It can not speak but shouts,” Look here!”

Many will scoff but most care not.

I want to know. “How did you find me?”

I just looked and there you were.

Seeing can be so easy when you look.

I must show the children.

Uncalloused minds want to touch.

Trust me, it IS real.

We want to know, don’t we?

Scientists will always question.

Artists never fail to see.

Children embrace curiosity.

Don’t talk to me unless you will listen.

Fossil of a clam

Potluck Monday poem

Blunder Dunder

Blunder Dunder was a kid.

I hate to tell you what she did.

But learn you must, as she did not.

Don’t touch the stove when it is hot!

Mother warned and Daddy pleaded,

But neither one she ever heeded.

Blunder Dunder moved in spite

Because she thought she’s always right.

Once when she jumped on her bed,

“You might get hurt.”, her mother said.

She placed her fist upon her hip

Then fell right off and bit her lip!

It’s the HARD way she must learn.

Blunder was a name she earned.

I hope, my friend, you’ll learn from facts,

Not from careless, hurtful acts.

Parents try to warn their kids

From things they know and “should have dids”.

Don’t be a Blunder Dunder squirt.

Save yourself a lot of hurt!