Come –
see real blossoms
of this painful world
by Basho
I miss the days when suicide was not a normal word. Those days when we daydreamed about the places we would travel, the smiles we would laugh, the freedom we’d reclaim, the success, and joy. Do you remember that sunny day when we drove to the Texan Hill Country? The bluebonnets and wildflower blossoms? What was the colour of the sky?
Under a tree
a hurtful word fades out —
cherry petals colour the sky
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-III-MMXVI
Haibun Monday #10: Hanami | dVerse
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March 28, 2016 at 10:33 pm
It seems those innocent days are gone ~ Love the question: The bluebonnets and wildflower blossoms? What was the colour of the sky?
And your lovely haiku reply, the cherry petals ~
Beautiful haibun Adriana ~ Thanks for joining us ~
March 29, 2016 at 8:31 pm
Thank you, Grace… always a pleasure.
March 28, 2016 at 11:12 pm
I loved the suggestion of a lose of innocence, so succinctly written. Well done.
March 29, 2016 at 8:32 pm
I really love that you see the lost of innocence. I was tempted to use the word innocence explicitly. I am glad I didn’t. Thank you!
March 28, 2016 at 11:34 pm
So far it seems we have all gone to the sadness we are experiencing right now–it just crushes us. Your haibun touched me.
March 29, 2016 at 8:33 pm
i am still doing the rounds and reading the poems. Most are sad, I agree. The world news are not helping, I guess.
March 29, 2016 at 1:07 am
I remember those more carefree days…how to get them back again… A wonderful haibun, Adriana.
March 29, 2016 at 8:34 pm
Maybe we need to experience both. Somehow, it makes us appreciate the contrast.
March 29, 2016 at 7:29 am
Poignant and beautiful at the same time. Heartfelt.
March 29, 2016 at 8:08 am
Wonderful!
March 29, 2016 at 10:53 am
Truly a poignant, beautiful haibun
March 29, 2016 at 4:33 pm
A heart wrenching write. This morning I was reading about a local teen, who has memorialized his twin who committed suicide two years ago when he was 14. I sat and cried at the photo of the young man and his sad, pensive eyes. The surviving twin has started a foundation in memory of his brother based solely on people joining and doing a good deed every day because the deceased twin was a kind and helpful, whimsical young man who did what he could everyday to help those who were lonely, sad or new in school to feel welcomed and appreciated. There was no details about the why of the suicide when he was such a bright and kind person. Your haibun and haiku make me wonder, what was the color of the sky when he committed suicide….the haibun brought fresh tears. Thank you so very much for participating and linking this rare jewel of a haibun.
March 29, 2016 at 8:51 pm
Thank you for sharing such heartbreaking story, Toni. I have not experienced suicide, nor the urge to commit it, first hand. I had been very close to a person experiencing that urge. It is a strange door that was opened to me, without me completely understanding it. I still struggle with the idea.
It happened recently, that a dear friend (who has also experienced certain closeness to suicide) and I were talking in the car while driving her youngest kid to daycare. It was a normal conversation to us, until we realised we were talking about suicidal thoughts as if it was the most innocent of topics! We have passed from the tears, the anger, to the sadness and the acceptance of the fact that a dear person can have such thoughts. The acceptance is the worst part, because it is just a mask. The idea of the materialisation of such thoughts is too painful to be accepted… I send you a hug!
March 31, 2016 at 2:14 pm
It does seem that this time is a time of sadness for so many people for so many reasons.. You have written a poignant haibun.
April 1, 2016 at 11:15 pm
Would that hurtful words could fade out, but can be numbed by natural beauty. I was taught that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cab never harm me. So much for well-meant advice,
April 4, 2016 at 4:17 am
Sorry..coming in late for this one.
There is so much healing in nature, which could be the reason why we often reflect back to sunny days and wildflowers for comfort. An insightful piece.
April 13, 2016 at 8:38 pm
True.. mY friend..
suicide iS a word
used too much
these days.. childhood
depression.. pre-diabetes.. type two
iN children…. school age.. now thirty
three percent of U.S. population.. yes..
Around Fifty percent of the nation’s
adults now.. too.. on some kind
of pain killer..
ugh.. skyrocketing
rates of prescriptions
to cure all of misery
and suffeRinG
real..
been there..
done it too.. but
aLL WeLL n0w juSt
bY the real aLL FReED
effort oF moving.. connecting..
creating noW as REAL.. my friend…
First world
problems..
TRuly Sick..:
FloWeRinG
HUmans DRY
WiLLting heRe..:(..