This extreme haibun erased is for the dverse prompt.
Photo©Audrey
The silence that never falls is all around—the sound of damp air between dripping raindrops, the intake of birdbreath when a run of notes is ended, and the run of words that never falters, never stumbles in the ghost voice in my head.
On the cusp
of the rose petal
a single note rings.
Silence
the sound of raindrops
on the rose petal
I just saw the prompt, and you’ve already come up with this!
I love every part of this one–perfect!
Thank you 🙂 I checked on the hour, before the prompt hit my inbox and there were already three poems posted. I took a bit longer than 0 minutes though 🙂
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I like the last haiku with silence described as the sound of raindrops on roses.
whiskers on kittens… Thanks Frank! And I love that film 🙂
I really really love that last haiku… perfection
Thank you! A rose is perfection 🙂
A beautiful haibun Jane, I love ‘the sound of damp air between dripping raindrops’ and the last haiku is a gem :o) xxx
Thanks Kim 🙂
You can call me Xenia ;o) xxx
Oops, Kim’s next—thanks Xenia!!!!!
:o) xxx
“ghost voice in my head” – a lovely turn of phrase!
Thanks Jo 🙂 I tell myself it’s not me rabbitting on, it’s an ancient story teller.
Between ‘a silence that never falls’ and the silent sound of raindrops….you nailed it!
Cheers, Vivian 🙂
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Just WOW!
Just WOW!
I’m glad you like it, Kathy 🙂
Perfect haiku!
Thank you!
Brilliant, Jane! Love how you developed that second haiku!
Thanks Frank! I really like the method of erasure to pick out the bones of a poem 🙂
This is awesome
Love your haiku! Sound of rain drops on rose petals! Beautiful Jane!
dwight
Thanks Dwight! This year I’ve had a lot of opportunities to listen to that particular sound—and it’s not over yet.
A great feeling!
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Mary 🙂
I was drawn to the ‘sound of damp air between dripping raindrops’ and the ‘intake of birdbreath when a run of notes is ended’, which took my breath away, Jane! The raindrops
on the rose petal appeals to my sense of smell – I’m currently inhaling little breaths of honeysuckle through the open window.
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Thanks Kim 🙂 The wild honeysuckle is out here, but not the one we brought with us. Plants don’t much like being moved.
RainDrop
eYe
CoLors Rose
ABoVE BeLoW..:)
The world
in her gaze.
FLoWeR
Glaze
Crystalline..:)
Raindrop
a memory
of moonlight.
Transient
Moon BeaMs
CoLoRinG LiFE..:)
life teems
even beneath
the moon’s
darkest beams
Creatures
Of the Night
New Moon
Fur Light..:)
And on the sea
otters roll
playing
with moonbeams
Moon touch
Sea frolics
Nature Free..:)
And let’s,
says the otter,
keep it that way 🙂
By:
All
Means to:
Free..:)
🙂
Thanks Jane
Always a Pleasure..:)
Ping pong
for poets 🙂
Yes!.. with SMiLEs
More..:)
🙂 🙂 🙂
The words like the photo are just supurb💜
Thank you, Willow 🙂
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