At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about winter.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Winter
“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.” William Blake
The Unfolding Hitchcockian howl growl winds push water into thunderous demolition of delicate sands, forever changing the face of this coastal scape. Plovers have retreated to the high dunes, gulls and terns have taken refuge. Tomorrow it will slow and the next day it will settle, but nothing will be the same. Every bruise irrevocably changes the fundamental fabric of this tapestry I look upon. Torn limbs and trunks strewn, the line of sand permanently altered, rocks covered or exposed. The singular delighting indulgence is to brave the aftermath and the cold and walk the littered beach of treasures, shells, driftwood, someones things, the sadness of a dead fish. The gulls scree once again, plovers skitter along and crabs scuttle as if nothing has happened. There is at once a horror and awe at the sheer force of it all, and in both there is the child's eyes. skies darkening low wind wraiths storm tender soft sands trinkets offered up
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I got stuck on “The singular delighting indulgence is to brave the aftermath.” I named my band Maria and the Aftermath. It was the last band I was in before Katrina pulled me from New Orleans and completely changed my trajectory. The name made sense to me until they had to go and name a hurricane Maria.
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Well, on the bright side, you’re in good company and well liked. Yes, who knows where the brave steps lead.
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This is thoroughly captivating Paul. A beautifully engaging write!
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Thank you so much for that Rob
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I don’t think that lower lifeforms have great memories, so after the storm, life goes on as normal again for them.
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Yes, bit like humans in some matters 🙂
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I’ve suffered to be cold etc and walk the beach for treasures. The sand being blown striped my legs
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Yikes, that is like sunburn.
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“trinkets offered up” … as do you Paul with each poem.
I loved visiting this place and have written about it in my blog. Hope you are keeping well.
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Very kind Dawn, thank you so much.
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Very welcome, Paul.
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A beautiful haibun, Paul. Love the trinkets offer up.
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Yes, nature uncovers so much in a storm.
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Impeccable style, words and phrases full of dramatic intensity, very well-written.
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Thank so very much Ain 🙂
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Mhmm… what a wonderful description of a scene! I enjoyed greatly 🤗😊
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many thanks 🙂
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You’re most welcome. 🤝
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This is the line that most resonated with me: “There is at once a horror and awe at the sheer force of it all, and in both there is the child’s eyes.”
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I love to be curious, thank you for sharing this Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Loved the opening line, Paul and then all that followed.
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Thank you very much Punam.
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My pleasure.
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Wow, Paul. I can really feel the horror and awe coming through loud and clear in this work of yours!
-David
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High praise indeed David, thank you for that 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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Your prose is poetic brilliance, as is your haiku. Well done, Paul.
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Very kind indeed, thank you Ken.
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I like the insertion of Hitchcock. I’ve had moments where his work comes to mind.
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Yes! I think he ever lurks, a true communicator of human psychology 🙂 thank you for sharing that VJ
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Welcome
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Reading this I was struck by the wildness and ruggedness of the scene, not at all what I associate with Australia. It is frightening, we’re so small.
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So agree Jane we are so small. Yes, even here it not all sun and surfing, it can be quite daunting at times.
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And you’ve been getting your fair share of extreme weather conditions too.
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We sure have, it is partly to do with our region’s weather patterning flipping from El Nino to La Nina, which = chaos in between. lots of fires right now too.
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How does ScoMo explain it?
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Ha, well, it goes like this (or something much like it) If you work hard you will overcome, don’t shirk, just work hard and she’ll be right mate (all will be well), we live in a land of opportunity and destiny is yours, and who understands the weather and worse – why do we feminize the names of weather events? Beware of climate change promoters, let’s weed these extremists out! Vote for me and I’ll look after you. Mistakes? Who me, well three mistakes then …. As an aside, there’s a development here of Scomo as a work term = (instead of going for a smoko or cigarette break) if there’s a crisis it’s “I’m sorry everyone, I know where in a crisis right now but I’m having a scomo, I’ll be back eventually 🙂
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I’m glad you’re able to laugh about him. At least you can vote him out eventually. He might be a figure of fun, but hardly the train crash of Boris Johnson.
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Agreed Jane, though they could be first cousins 🙂 I’d rather hoped by now we’d have arrived at a maturity of leadership, but sadly no.
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It seems to be rule by those with the fewest neurons and the biggest mouths these days. If you drive a big truck it’s a bonus.
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Ah yes, ours drove a tank to prove his masculinity and get points, somedays it’s hard to take anything seriously when it comes out of a politicians mouth.
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I wonder sometimes if the funny guys aren’t the most dangerous. I don’t know if you’ve seen our candidate (for his version of the National Socialist Party) Eric Zemmour in action. He’s a little gremlin with a thin little voice and rubbish oratory, and I like many others just found him laughable. He’s riding quite high in the polls now. Awful little turd.
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Yes, I wonder that the jokey nature belies the shadow, Mussolini and Stalin were like that if eyewitness accounts can be believed. I have only read of your candidate a little, your description is worrying if he’s yet riding high – argh.
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He doesn’t have a chance of being elected, and being relatively high in the polls means about 15%. The president is on about 26/28%. There are probably more than 20 candidates, many of them with only a fraction of 1% voting intentions. Most of them will rally to oppose the far right.
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Well at least that’s something, still, many little turds make a shit-show as we say here 🙂
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Turdism knows no boundaries.
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Lol, so true Jane.
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Magnificent haibun that works perfectly both literally and metaphorically. The photo is majestic. What a beautiful place it is. Question: the waterwheel brought fresh water? Are the oceans fresh water? Just wondering.
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No such luck, salty ocean, but there is a series of fresh water springs along the limestone course of the cape, it is quite a thing to see that wheel and so close to the ocean. Thank you so much Lisa.
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Now that is fascinating. I would love to see it in action. You’re very welcome, Paul.
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Sadly the timber has calcified and cannot move but still fascinating to see and know 🙂
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Such a beautiful poem
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