Shedding – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

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


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15 Comments

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15 responses to “Shedding – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. I like how you use the shed metaphor for an imperfect refuge.

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  4. ~just a thought

    Sublime haibun ✨

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  5. 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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  6. 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…

    Paul ~ I LOVE this. Beautiful.

    Like

  7. Americaoncoffee

    Lovely!

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