we embrace between
a chill of moonlight and the
warmth of winter’s sun
more breaths of twilight/dusk by the poets of one deep breath
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Jan 10 2007
I had a difficult time with this weeks prompt, as 2007 has been anything but subtle for me. In the end I decide to focus on winter precipitation in the pacific northwest. It is often just a subtle difference between rain and snow on the valley floor.
not a drop, it falls
a unique creation
melting on touch
more bits of subtle change at one deep breath
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Dec 18 2006
A different kind of storm for my take on this weeks prompt from one deep breath. Saturday my grandmother had a stroke. As of now the doctors think she’ll be fine, but she’ll be in the hospital for at least a week for observation/recovery. When my dad and I visited with her Sunday afternoon, she recognized us and was able to ask us questions and follow the conversation. I’ll take that as a good sign.
a gust topples
the body without notice
My grandparents and I at my college graduation.
more stormy breaths from the poets at one deep breath
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Nov 28 2006
For as long as I can remember, my grandmother was afflicted with Parkinson’s disease. As her mind got worse, it was eventually necessary for her to live in a foster care home. This was back when I was in middle school. My grandfather at this time lived in a retirement home, because though he suffered from bone cancer and was wheelchair bound, he was largely self sufficient. My grandfather’s retirement home was directly across the street from the middle school I attended. Often, after school I would go and visit my grandfather. On occasion we would take the city bus across town to go and visit my grandmother. It was during these trips that I first understood what it meant to truly love someone.
her mind riddled
even love is obscured
but eyes remember
more breaths of legacy at one deep breath
the prose section of this haibun is inspired by a story i am working on for a site a good friend of mine is a part of. the site is called common ties and publishes (and pays for) personal stories in the mold of something you might hear on this american life or the storycorps project. i encourage you all to check out the site.
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Nov 16 2006
pale fingers of aspen
pin-pricked bubble of blood
after October leaves
chills seep into thoughts leaving
bare skin craving winter’s embrace
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Nov 15 2006
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