I’m doing double duty today as my poem, Fissure in the Room counts as an entry for NaPoWriMo and as a contribution to dVerse’s Poet’s Pub. The fine people over there asked us to create a haibun using communication as the theme. For those that don’t know, a haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, that combines prose and haiku.
The piece below is dedicated to a friend I was once close to.
There was a fissure in the room.
I felt the ice as it crusted over us. The sun shone, but the rays were too far away to touch. They covered others nicely, but couldn’t reach us. It was odd, our fracture, because you were once my ear’s best friend. Hearing your voice felt warm and familiar. It made me feel connected to hope, to life. You reminded me what a friend could be. There was no drama between us. We shared important memories and documented life beneath the surface of what was usually expected.
Let truth be told, as loving as you were, I knew that connections made you uncomfortable.
I hoped you’d grow to know that it was okay to depend on the dependable. But the day when I stumbled and needed support, more than you could give, our foundation shifted, leaving me on the ground. The impact of the fall bruised me, but I was still willing to dip our hurts in forgiving glue, but not you. You faded away to your safe place, away from obligations, which others see as imperfect unions. No friendship is perfect, not even ours, even though it was close. Close, but no cigarillo.
Led to skating on Wednesday’s
Only to stop short
Can you share a thought about communication poetically in a haiku? How about adding prose and a haiku?
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