
Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze. A few last leaves flutter down. A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared. Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky. I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.
White rim on last leaf
Dull glow illuminates grey
November dark clouds
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.
Haiku by Sue Vincent for challenge:
clouds cover the moon, beyond dawn's pale horizon sun rises unseen ©2020 Sue Vincent
Nice imagery
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Thanks!
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This is just perfect Trent. Great job. :)
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Thanks, Marje :)
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You’re welcome. <3
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Love the image created by the first line of your haiku, Trent.
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Thanks, Sue. Very interesting using a haiku as inspiration to write a haiku!
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It seems to have worked :)
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Thanks :)
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And here I thought you were doing the dVerse challenge (which was also a haibun one – and where we described something that leaves us in awe…)
Wonderfully done and I love that image!
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Thanks! I’ve seen a lot of dVerse but haven’t participated – maybe I should..,.
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It’s just so ironic that your challenge was so similar to “mine”!
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I have seen that a few times where two challenges are very similar.
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Fun stuff
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Great description for us those types of clouds in November are usually tropical storms with hail stones which bring their own icey ouch touch & as soon as its gone its stinkin hot again. Great read.
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How the months go is very different on the other side of the world, or even the other side of this country! Here, November can be gorgeous in a peaceful way, but it can have those slate grey skies and is one of the most depressing months… Thanks.
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Trent, this Haibun is wonderfully descriptive. I get the November dark clouds’ reference. I always thought the snow in November seemed different from the snow in December… as if the holiday added some special magic to it. Sue’s haiku definitely inspired you! <3
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There is something about November – it can be so nice and peaceful, like the world holding its breath, and yet, when it is dark, cold and damp, it is the most miserable of months… Thanks, Colleen :) Yes, Sue did inspire me.
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I agree. January is always different too. Frosty, frozen in time, almost.
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Every month has its own unique character :)
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I agree! 12 poems about each different month… 🤔
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Maybe. I actually once did a “song cycle” with flowers going from early spring to the last dead flower before winter, and used a lot of symbolism to make the cycle as much about life and death as the flowers. Reading through recently, most are horrid, but I did set the best one to music once. I did a post on it a few years back and may repost it (it was the first poem written when I got home after a trip in late October – when I left the yard was filled with Blackeyed Susans, when I got back, there were none. The next year, there was an early blizzard, so I got some photos of blackeyed Susans covered in snow….)
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Sounds really promising though. You should resurrect the poems and rewrite.
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I might. Some day ;) I did a few ‘song cycles back then and should revisit all of them.
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Agreed. Apply all your new skills and rewrite. You never know until you try.
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Yep. I wrote very little poetry back then, so hopefully I’ve improved a bit! ;)
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Practice makes us better. Your perception s have changed and you will view your words differently. 👍
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Yes, I’m sure. Rewriting them might be harder, but may be worth a try :)
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Your prose was just as poetic as your poem. Very nice.
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Thanks, Rebecca.
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Beautiful Trent, you’ve caught it perfectly 💜
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Thanks, Willow!
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A pleasure 💜
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Ooh! A gathering storm!
Out of curiosity, why’d you go with “November dark clouds” and not “Dark cloud November”?
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Thanks! Maybe not a gathering storm, just, well, November.
Each month has its own distinct quality that I often use when I think of that month.You have March Mud, April Green Grass, which is very different from the May New leaf Green. On this side of the year, there is nothing like the October Blue Sky – it is a color not seen any other time of the year. the clouds are magnificent, as if sculpted by Michelangelo. November? We do have those beautiful, magical golden days when the world is holding its breath, but I always think of November as those slate grey skies, covered by November Dark Clouds. The air is cold and moist. It is colder than when it is 20 below in January, and darker than the darkest dark of late December, because it seems to be a darkness of the soul, not the absence of light. It makes one totally forget that magical Twilight November that is actually about 75% of the month, those few days of November dark clouds are what I remember, what I think of when I think about November.
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Fantastic, as always, Trent. :) I just wondered about word order, but now I want to see all those skies.
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After writing my response to you, I think I’m going to take it and make it into basis of my next post… lol, yeah, I don’t know if it is the photographer or poet in me that sees each month in a literally different light.
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I was going to propose you do that. :D
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:)
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