Faith
I wonder if I have ever asked anyone to worship my mother. Also I don’t remember anyone asking me to worship their mother. I have mine and they have theirs.
daybreak…
the damaged idol
on the roundabout
First published in Eunoia Reviw ( August 5 2018)
Waters
Volume scares me. I remember how a mug plunging into a bucket full of water would make me restless during childhood. I don't call it a phobia, just to avoid being labeled. But even the thought of gallons of water wobbling as a whole in oceans is enough to send chills to my spine. Snorkeling is an adventure that I don't want in my life. I didn't want to see life in the swift current of river.
death day
a dip in the river
that took him away
First published in Haibun Today, Volume 11 #3 September 2017
Instincts
Every relationship loses its charm and dies, sooner or later. This death can be gradual or fortuitous.
thunderstrike —
the miasma
of his hair oil
First published in Neologism poetry Journal August 218
Sparrow
His touch was warm while our hands brushed in the paper pouchof popcorn but his face had same familiar stern look. I remember how he looked at me when refused to go for a date with him few decades back. "The sunset is so beautiful." He murmured casually. "Yes it is." I couldn't have agreed more. And we watched our grandchildren playing together in the park; his grandchildren with mine.
memorial bench
I watch the sparrow
pecking at popcorn
3rd place (2016 UHTS Samurai Haibun Competition)
The Maple Relation
The maple leaves changed its colors and now the tree is standing bare. Even though it is said that maple is not a good tree to have in your yard; I have no regret for it. I knew it was not strong enough to face the storm hence I have prepared myself to see it falling too.Once you own a thing, you should be ready to watch all the seasons with it.We wanted a maple, we had it-
for all the things
said and unsaid
you and I
reach where
we ought to be
1st place, where Tanka prose grows , Mandy's pages 2016
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