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Haibun. "Half buried bus"

Haibun

Haibun are broadly described as poetic prose followed by a short poem. Basho (Japan, 1600s) wrote them when he went on travels. His "Narrow Road to the North" is a prime example. Others have since broadened the term.

Some examples: http://raysweb.net/haibun/

Wiki's definition: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haibun

A 'how to': http://baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/haibun.htm

Ever heard of kaibun (a Japanese palindrome)? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaibun

This following sketch stretches the notion of haibun, so I did not include it in my little book Gzaibun 1:

HALF BURIED BUS

In a dream I caught a bus, ignored its grumble down the two-lane, its turn into the dark. My spark had been snuffed, the consequence of belittling rebuffs. I was ready to pack it in. One thin man got on and then a young boy clumped down the empty aisle. There was a certain lack of style among us, collapsed as-we-were inside ourselves. Lights were dim and tall trees hid the stars. So far, so far into the night, but the road went on, from asphalt onto gravel into mud. No one noticed when the bus lurched once, then stopped. No one got on; no one got off. Slowly we felt its tilt. The thin man yelled out to the driver. He didn't answer. The bus tilted some more and we saw him fall to the floor. He didn't get up. Then the boy looked out the window and exclaimed that there were no trees; I looked and saw no road. And there we sat past dawn: the thin man screaming, the young boy sobbing, the old bus sinking, sinking.

half-buried bus
rusts in moss-man's bog
a perch for crows

[164.529] 2008-02-24

ME:

Very cold out there. Supposedly it is above freezing, but the winds are bitter.

I have had 'fun' folding Gzaibun 1, stapling, cutting, numbering. Oh, yeah ... they all get numbered xx/100. Gave Susan #9; Suzanna #20, Ranita #12, John #23 ...

One event was cancelled today, but I have another poetry open-mic tonight, a visiting poet tomorrow and a poetry reading Thursday. I will keep busy.

When I took my bath today I wrote another prose/poem, "pink tulips", for the next Gzaibun ...

BLOGVILLE:

Close to how I view some religious things: "Invalid Entry"  by AL

Close to how I feel on a bad day when my traumas are triggered: "Invalid Entry"  by Sweet Musings

GZAIBUN

Well, my first WDC request comes from Fivesixer ! This is amazing as he lives 12 minutes south-east of my younger sister's home (her birthday's tomorrow), 17 minutes west of Jan (who I spoke to today), 19 minutes north-east of Gary (who I spoke to the day after this post). Spooky.

To get one read my previous blog entry!

Kansas: 33º and stabbing cold.

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