At dVerse Mish is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write about Shelter.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Give Me Shelter
“A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.” Phillip Moffit
Shedding
I sought the rusted sheets with popped springhead nails that constituted a place of imperfect refuge, where the wind rattled the loosening sheets with devilish thoughts of crisis, and the rain laughed in penetrating bullets of inaccuracy that threatened reality. The corrie strained and shifted with metallic moans that wrenched my gut as the rain drenched my sense of doubt.
In the shed I shed tears of sorrow as the storm passed both within and without, and I longed for the assurance of summer’s dry calm, that quiet air of warm repose offering slow, delicate thoughts of life so different to this winter of my soul. In letting go I found a peace of incomplete and imperfect arrival, with none of the expected sophistication of a revival of soul, just the plain ordinariness of self understanding.
In the shed I shed my skins of old, like a python letting a season’s past regress, and the salt that burned my cheeks retired. And though the memories are retained I no longer own them. This place of shelter from the elements is shelter from my storm.
Winter's rusted sheets let water slowly leak in my soul is hidden Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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A strong review. I hope this is just a throwback to the past. The news are horrible these times. Best wishes, Michael
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I know, Paul hits every springhead nail right on the head. Bam! Bam! Bam! 🔨
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Very kind, thank you Ana 🙂
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Yes, a reflection on yesteryear thank you for the concern Michael xx
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Springhead nails? Are they what I think they are, nails with a spring beneath the head? Do they wear out in windy areas?
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Not a traditional spring but they have a domed head which packs down tighter on corrugated sheeting. Not used much now with direct drilling of screws. There’s something therapeutic about knocking in nails 🙂
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I know, construction sites sound completely different these days. As usual, I too like the old sounds better.
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Absolutely, nothing like the whack of a hammer 🙂
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I like how you use the shed metaphor for an imperfect refuge.
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Sublime haibun ✨
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This was captivating in so many ways. I like the personification of the elements, the “shedding” from tears to old memories and the way the haiku echoes the prose. A treat to read this haibun.
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Paul ~ I LOVE this. Beautiful.
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Lovely!
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Wow what an amazingly beautiful poem
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Thank you very much 🙂
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