I wrote the following haibun. (Prose and Poetry united).
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| On Bare Feet in the Snow |
I love walking on bare feet. So I do that a lot. As I come home from work the first thing I do is pull off my shoes and socks. It feels good. The air around my feet that have been enclosed in shoes the whole day. Even outside I am walking on bare feet.
Today I realized that I was on bare feet when I walked outside in the snow to close the fence. It’s so common to me to walk on bare feet.
In Summer’s, when our dog was still alive, I walked him on bare feet. I love the contact with Mother Earth as I am walking on bare feet through the grass, the forest or where ever. It feels like I am a kid again. When I was a baby I laid in my pram with bare feet. In that time I was pure and didn’t know much of the world. I didn’t know about haibun and haiku or what form of poetry.
Now … years later I experience that same pureness and not knowing when I walk on bare feet. Love that. Once again I have to walk on bare feet through the snow to close the fence again. The mailman has not closed it. When I have closed the fence I open the mail. In one of them I see a wonderful Anton Pieck card, such a nostalgic card. A little boy, poorly dressed, walking on bare feet in the snow and throwing snowballs. He laughs and his face is healthy red by the cold and the joy of throwing snowballs.
In Summer’s, when our dog was still alive, I walked him on bare feet. I love the contact with Mother Earth as I am walking on bare feet through the grass, the forest or where ever. It feels like I am a kid again. When I was a baby I laid in my pram with bare feet. In that time I was pure and didn’t know much of the world. I didn’t know about haibun and haiku or what form of poetry.
Now … years later I experience that same pureness and not knowing when I walk on bare feet. Love that. Once again I have to walk on bare feet through the snow to close the fence again. The mailman has not closed it. When I have closed the fence I open the mail. In one of them I see a wonderful Anton Pieck card, such a nostalgic card. A little boy, poorly dressed, walking on bare feet in the snow and throwing snowballs. He laughs and his face is healthy red by the cold and the joy of throwing snowballs.
on bare feet
a street urchin plays
in the snow
a street urchin plays
in the snow
17 comments:
This is lovely.
beautiful Haiku.
the Haiku was divine, though the thought of bare feet on snow made me feel cold all over lol
happy gooseberry day!
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Thanks for the kind words and I hope I will see you again on my blog.
Namaste
very touching.
Absolutely beautiful! I took my shoes off and walked outside to feel the cool moisture on my feet. It felt so good. So glad I read this. Be blessed.
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Well a little bit late I think, but I have to thank a few visitors for their kind remarks. So ... thank you Taylor and Elizena for the kind words on this blog.
Love this form, do not know all the Japanese forms of poetry. Have to try this out.
a beautiful post, every bit of it....you have such a way of expressing yourself
That looks cold, but touching indeed.
this chilled me to the bone! I can't even go barefoot in the house in winter! You captured an unspoken sadness in your words.
So well written that I feel the cold snow and also the soft grass under my feet. I grew up mostly barefoot, except in school and church. lol My feet love to streak.
So very lovely! Love the barefoot urchin image in your haiku! Such a poignant image!
I have to admit that the street urchin in your haiku is braver than I, for I would never venture into the snow barefoot. That said, maybe the urchin has no shoes...and no choice...
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Being bare foot grounds you to our Mother the Earth...I admire your toughness, the snow stings :) ♥
beautiful haiku.
Love this...have been known when I was younger to scoot outside for a moment barefoot in the snow...
shivers appear just thinking of it.
Thanks for sharing.
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