I watch the wavy half-curtains letting in the playful sunbeams and wind into this room where my fingers are tapping on keyboards and giving my thoughts a form of a word. I wonder why the rays couldn’t transform themselves into those little yet mighty sparrows that would plunge on the shadowy cobwebs of grief hanging in every corner of this room and devour those spider thoughts stopping their weaving once and for all. Golden sparrows exist. They reside in words of rhythm and rhyme to pull me up from caverns of my sorrow.
From nebulous nights
Dim stars surface one by one
The fire bird at dawn
Posted for Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows over @ dVerse hosted by Hayesspencer
sumanar/lekha 
very personal story and some beautiful imagery to describe your journey.
the imagery your painted make this haibun extra powerful. ❤
There’s power in your hiabun. I liked the ‘you are there” feeling in this piece. You definitely took the reader to this place.
Golden sparrows exist. They reside in words of rhythm and rhyme to pull me up from caverns of my sorrow.- very poetic, I loved the images it brought to mind
Golden sparrows….oh such a sad write but yet it seems full of hope. The images are stunning.
Those shadowy cobwebs of grief are very sad ~ Love the images of golden sparrows and fire bird at dawn ~
So beautiful. The cobwebs of grief, the caverns of sorrow, the golden sparrows……topped off by a gorgeous haiku. Just beautiful writing.
I liked the description of “shadowy cobwebs” and “spider thoughts”.
I do love those golden sparrows that pull you out from the grief. A wonderful haibun
beautifully told….wonderful images….let the golden sparrows thrive!