I sit staring vacantly into the fireplace, as my heart chases dreams that my mind is set to conquer. Flames leap into the air casting long forlorn shadows that seem to stretch forever into the walls. Crackling logs spurt sparks in the air, making little bursting sounds. Outside, the night is quietly chill, as the snow falls steadily, almost noiselessly, like soft white feet sinking into the ground.
sparkling icicles
brighten the darkening night–
white landscape dazzles
It is as if time has come to a standstill. I forget that the noise I hear is the tick tock of the Big Ben. I have not drawn the blinds yet and venture towards the window. I can see nothing through the frosted window pane.
snowflakes fall gently
wrapping the night in silver–
nature hibernates
Are you in England? Is it snowing? I loved busting London!
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Am not in England , a haibun I wrote some time back
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I see
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You see? What ?
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Means I understand lol. Bye๐
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Damn , never snows here.
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Where?
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On the top of my head. That is where. Man, you don’t know no nothing
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Visiting lol
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I love Haibuns, prose poetry is very rich in detail!
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I worked hard on this one. Happy to see you here
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And your hard work certainly paid off, it is simply delightful!
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Aw. Thanks. Am delighted
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Beautiful and so well-crafted with poetic-prose and poetry intertwined!
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Thank you kindly NB. This was hard
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A still framed photograph capturing nighttime in a city and a season perfectly. You need to make a snowman.
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Yeah, let’s
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We need snow, stones for eyes and a carrot for a nose. Blue skies and sub zero here, so cold but no snow – yet
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I got a carrot , holler when it snows, will hop right over ..
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Will do. The beach is covered in stones. Just need the snow.
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Very nicely done! Heart ‘chasing’ dreams that the mind is set to ‘conquer’. The choice of words is neat, proving the difference in workings between the heart and the mind. And the style is quite fantastic, a backdrop in prose against which you pen a poem. Really enjoyed this piece.
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Am honoured that yours , ours, mine , you two, like this piece. I just want to keep going back to your about
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We appreciate it very much.
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Love the style of this poem.
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Thanks Robbie.
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A lovely haibun Yasmin, beautifully written :o)
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Thank you Xenia. Huggs
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:o) xxx
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Beautiful , loved this Yasmin !
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Thanks Spring
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Wonderfully evocative
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Thank you ico.
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This is so very, very beautiful.
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Thank you Nico
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Beautiful haibun!
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Thanks.
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So perfectly scribbled, Yasmin. โฅ
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Thank you Ananya
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This was excellent work. I felt I was reading a poem and a story all in one piece. Great job.
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Thank you, Victory.
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You’re welcome.
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๐
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND WE APPLAUD!
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Thank you so much ๐
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Yowza, yowza! ๐
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Woohoo woohoo ๐
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THAT’S the idea!!!! ๐
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๐indeed ๐ค
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