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
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Shared with Poetry Pantry #378 @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Oh. What a beautiful piece of writing. I want to copy it and keep it for ever. Thank you for sharing.
What a superbly simple yet effective image, beautiful.
There is certainly a beautiful of drifting along in the current. I really liked this haibun.
That’s lovely… especially darkness has a pole star and floatsam soul…thanks so much for sharing!
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]
‘Now I let my flotsam-soul drift towards sunset’.. sigh… beautifully eloquent!💞
Was quoting same as Sanaa .. “flotsam-soul drift….” oooooh yessssss
A haibun full of exotic cultural atmosphere but so tactile too, with longing and feeling. A beautiful read that flows.
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.
I really like the colors in the prose part, but the haiku (dear goodness!) is a joy to behold. The brightness of it, the truthiness of it, how natural it looks…
The floating colors take me along for the ride.
This is beautiful and describes so well our journey through life. Your haiku is especially gorgeous.
This really captures the feeling of aging as we enter the autumn of our lives….and the emotions of it brings up such vivid images…..beautiful!
“no option”
I’m trying to imagine a leaf fighting against the wind! 😉
The leaf without an option sounds like all of us… there is no other way than floating downstream
Loved each word! Poignant trutb
Although it sounds very beautiful, I’m not sure I’m ready for a complete drift. An occasional dip of an oar still sounds good to me,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
Ah – it seems sometime like each of us goes through life as a burgundy leaf – no option but to drift in the current and going where it takes us.
“darkness had a pole star” I like that. We are that burgundy leaf floating through a myriad of seasons. When all seems to align with the stars, the boat places us in another bend of a river.
Wow! ❤
A splendidly constructed haibun. The haiku and prose piece dovetail beautifully. Awesome writing, Sumana.
Exquisite. Each of us, of it, each leaf, is soul.
A beautiful haibun Sumana and I love the image of the drifting leaf xxx
Beautifully written. I like how the haiku leaves the reader with a zen-like vibe. Really enjoyed this.
My words were songs,
my heart a flower dream
Beautifully expressed Sumana!
Hank