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earth’s mouth open up

waiting long for single drop

gazing up above *The haibun is written in response of Ligo Haibun Challenge.



 shimmering fireflies

into the eyes of  beloved

a passionate love


old stream of water

soldier returns home from war

black tears, fireflies gone


midnight moon shines bright

hotaru glows at distance



a mid-summer day

young boys trot towards river

waiting for the fire


waters set on fire

man gazing into his soul

a soundless twilight


splendor of fireflies

fairy tale coming to life

spectators gather

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 221

* Won’t be able to post for the next 8 days or so; going to miss the wonderful prompts.


 “I apologize; I’m not capable of using such ornate words, Mademoiselle,” recited the French diplomat with a heavy accent.

“Never mind, Monsieur, it is alright even if you remain mum.”

The hostess continued the tour of the plush Victorian-villa for her guest.

“And this was the working lobby, where the soothsayers would fret all day, waiting for their lives to please Grandmother.”
“This is a photograph of that time,” she gestured towards an ancient snapshot, “You can imagine those men and women, some bare-chested, others wearing turbans, and yet others in even more bizarre clothing, looking into those globes or cards and some in the waters, supposedly brought from the holiest of rivers, gazing into the unfathomable layers of future.”

“Your ornate words are so ornate, Madame.”

“Would you like to know more?”

“U! Huh!”

And she continued to enunciate, as in the words of the gentleman, her ornate words.


* Written in response of VisDare 23: Ornate


