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October 27, 2015 – Haibun – November 7, 2015

Posted on November 7, 2015 by Georgia

church of Saint Paul de Mausole by Vincent van Gogh

On the highway .. I couldn’t drive, cheating time, I snapped photographs – returning home. Trucks, cars a somnolent village on a hill-side. Snap snap snap. Almost home. Then to the morgue. Is this broken body him?

broken-winged bird
has flown far from here
[it’s not him]

(Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday 3)

30 thoughts on “October 27, 2015 – Haibun – November 7, 2015”

Oliana on November 7, 2015 at 09:08 said:

This is so sad, cara…so very touching. Your haiku is just breathtaking…I keep reading it over and over!

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:12 said:
  
  Thanks Oli …
  
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Maniparna Sengupta Majumder on November 7, 2015 at 09:39 said:

Wonderful!

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Grace on November 7, 2015 at 15:57 said:

I like concise sharp story ~ You also wrapped up the sadness and irony in the haiku ~ Well done on the challenges ~

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:36 said:
  
  Thanks
  
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kdavisfanclub on November 7, 2015 at 16:17 said:

Evocative indeed! *bows to a master poet*

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:37 said:
  
  Thanks Baldy …
  
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writersdream9 on November 7, 2015 at 17:01 said:

Powerful feelings of all kinds! Anticipation, fear, relief all in one shot version! 🙂

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:37 said:
  
  Thanks Carol
  
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smilecalm on November 7, 2015 at 18:10 said:

sweet!
it could have
been me 🙂

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:37 said:
  
  I’m glad it wasn’t you ..
  
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Suzanne on November 7, 2015 at 23:44 said:

Gosh – my heart goes out to you at this time. Your haiku brings back feelings that came to me when my husband died many years ago. I felt too that his spirit had flown the body – the body had become a shell that no longer contained the man. His spirit soared to other invisible realms. – much love to you at this traumatic time – Suzanne

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- Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:39 said:
  
  Thanks Suzanne … that’s it exactly .. his body was there but he was gone. Thanks you for your sympathy but I’m sorry that the write brought back painful memories. Big hugs – Bastet
  
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  - Suzanne on November 10, 2015 at 05:42 said:
    
    My husband died many years ago – it is true that time heals the wound. I don’t ache like I did back then but I can certainly relate to how you must be feeling. love – Suzanne
    
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    - Bastet on November 10, 2015 at 07:31 said:
      
      Thanks for sharing this with me Suzanne. xx
      
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J Lapis on November 8, 2015 at 02:47 said:

Wow, I’m hushed….

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katiemiafrederick on November 8, 2015 at 06:11 said:

Funny how folks get so attached
to bodies.. even when they
never use them much..
but truly the flame
inside never
dies.. now
and that’s
not left
in then
flesh..

Flame lives
dies flesh
live flesh sings flAMe..:)

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- Bastet on November 8, 2015 at 21:56 said:
  
  such is life
  a never ending flame
  without time
  without place
  eternal …
  
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  - katiemiafrederick on November 8, 2015 at 22:04 said:
    
    Amen..:)!
    
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Paloma on November 8, 2015 at 06:40 said:

Oh Georgia, Georgia. This breaks my heart. So perfectly written — and yet what a difficult write. My heart goes out to you. {huge hug}

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- Bastet on November 8, 2015 at 21:53 said:
  
  I think this is in reality my very first true haibun .. thanks for your hugs dear Paloma.
  
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  - Paloma on November 9, 2015 at 05:36 said:
    
    Well, I won’t quibble on what a “true” haibun is or isn’t … but I understand what you mean. More hugs where those came from …
    
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    - Bastet on November 9, 2015 at 05:41 said:
      
      I only meant as a chronicle of a voyage … but I know you understood. Hugs
      
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      - Paloma on November 9, 2015 at 05:44 said:
        
        🙂
        
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on November 8, 2015 at 18:32 said:

Oh you’ve toes the sadness so well into the image.. That distraction of a snaps is so much like it feels when you’re sad.

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- Bastet on November 8, 2015 at 19:56 said:
  
  Thanks Bjorn for your interesting comment … yes, I think that the sadness probably comes through pretty well with that aspect of distracting oneself.
  
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Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) on November 12, 2015 at 00:28 said:

Unexpected and beautiful.

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- Bastet on November 13, 2015 at 06:57 said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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Hannah Gosselin on November 13, 2015 at 20:38 said:

Emotive and effective. Your poem is powerful. Thank you!

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- Bastet on November 15, 2015 at 12:45 said:
  
  Thank you Hannah.
  
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