Micropoetry #12 (A Haibun)



When I began this boat ride the playful muslin waves almost had a silk touch, days bright and nights velvety; darkness had a pole star. My words were songs, my heart a flower dream. I was dazed when hidden rocks crunched the boat muffling me. Now I let my flotsam-soul drift towards sunset.



a burgundy leaf

has no option but to drift

in autumn current



Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #12 hosted by Thotpurge


Shared with Poetry Pantry #378 @ Poets United  


25 thoughts on “Micropoetry #12 (A Haibun)

  1. Your words are soft gentle and beautiful, yet left me a little sad.
    Nevertheless, to drift as a leaf towards sunset would be a fine ending of life.
    Anna :o]

  2. While the leaf has little option, I think we forget we do. Our choices affect the river we take. But yes, sometimes the unexpected sends us to places we never thought we would go.

Thank You :)

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