Thursday, June 23, 2011

Haibun

A few years ago when I was still writing poetry consistently I discovered a form that I like very much which is called haibun. I hardly ever see this kind of writing but I find it fascinating and something I might explore further. I believe that in writing, generally speaking, less is more and the challenge is to get your point across in the fewest words possible; quality, not quantity. A good writer will engage his reader to make him think, transport him into imagery, and entertain him.

My most recent revelation is that I need to remember to decide who my audience is. This will determine the style of the piece, the voice, and the tense.

I also believe that free writing or stream of consciousness is very important. I try to free write every day. This helps free my mind and gives me ideas. Thank you Natalie Goldberg (Writing Down the Bones.)


The River

I get up early and walk upriver to enjoy the fresh morning breeze and the birdsong. The sunrise reflects on the glossy surface of the river creating diamonds of sparkling light.  As I sit near the estuary I notice a creature swimming towards the shore. As it comes closer, I realize that it is a beaver. I sit very still and watch as he makes his slow progress across.

serene of morning
undisturbed; creation’s peace
sunrise in command.

I spend long summer days by the banks of the mighty Columbia River considering its mystery and ponder the workings of my own life.  The river is wise and powerful and its silence is comforting. Despite rocky shore, various plants thrived on the sandy ground and bloom with tiny wildflowers.  The osprey flies to and from its nest on the opposite bank. Once or twice a day the train etches itself along that ridge. The rocks scrabble noisily down and I wonder if the bank will give way. I shed my clothes; wade into the chilly water in as far as I dare and plunge under.

deepness, cold water
soaring birds against the sky
sharing river life.
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