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Haibun Monday: A Little Romance

08 Aug

Dark Chocolate (a love story)

    I was looking through old pictures today, some really faded and scratched. You were beautiful, impressionable, and innocent. Packing lunches, having picnics, going home after chilled wine, crackers, Vermont cheddar cheese, and dark chocolate. My heart sank. I had to put them away, Unable to see the joy in reviewing history.

    Remembering all the missteps, I made. Young, fearless, sometimes arrogant, misunderstanding love and its commitment; drinking the wine not savoring the chocolate. I will get back to them someday. But, for now, this evening, I will listen to Lake Winona passing in-between the silence and dobs of the lake’s small rolling waves. As I place the photographs beneath the bed, I made.

Sit still to listen

Lake is playing our love song

Remember the tune

***A past poem written into a Haibun

 

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Posted by on August 8, 2016 in Haibun, Haiku, Love, Pine Cone Diaries, short story, Zen

 

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20 responses to “Haibun Monday: A Little Romance

  1. whimsygizmo

    August 8, 2016 at 5:06 pm

    “Lake is playing our song” — YES. I absolutely love that.

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  2. Grace

    August 8, 2016 at 6:03 pm

    I specially like this part: drinking the wine not savoring the chocolate.

    Sometimes its hard to look at those photos again. Enjoyed your reflection ZQ.

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  3. dabrnone

    August 8, 2016 at 6:11 pm

    Reflective, poignant.

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  4. The Literary Doc

    August 8, 2016 at 6:25 pm

    This is an absolutely beautiful haibun, with some stellar lines. I can see the lake, and its waves.

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  5. dsnake1

    August 8, 2016 at 8:00 pm

    this is so tender and poignant. a really lovely haibun.
    lately i have been looking through old photos too. 🙂

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  6. Victoria C. Slotto

    August 8, 2016 at 9:14 pm

    This is so wistful. and the strength of that line: beneath the bed, I made. The haiku is perfect, too.

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  7. kanzensakura

    August 8, 2016 at 11:13 pm

    Such a wistful and poignant haibun with a perfect haiku. …As I place the photographs beneath the bed, I made….oh my heart.

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  8. rosemawrites

    August 8, 2016 at 11:47 pm

    nostalgic and a bit melancholic. this is beautiful. 🙂

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  9. maria

    August 9, 2016 at 12:11 am

    Beautiful and splendid, ZQ! I love walking down your memory lane. 🙂

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  10. Dr. Crystal Howe

    August 9, 2016 at 12:14 am

    A sad one with a familiar ring. It’s a beautiful haibun, especially the haiku!

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  11. petrujviljoen

    August 9, 2016 at 4:28 am

    The pain in the retrospection is evident.

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  12. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)

    August 9, 2016 at 7:00 am

    Of the lake’s small rolling waves.
    As I place the photographs beneath the bed,

    The brash reaction of a young heart may take time to recover. Keeping the memory alive may just work for later!

    Hank

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  13. rythaephua

    August 9, 2016 at 7:58 am

    Woo, I’m touched. Can’t believe I’m sobbing within. I see the scars that remains but it is well. This is a nice write-up.

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  14. Sherry Blue Sky

    August 9, 2016 at 4:15 pm

    Oy, this sort of kills me, putting the photographs “under the bed I made”………..I so know the mixed feelings of looking back. I remember the quote,” dont cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”. I guess. But it does hurt.

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  15. Victoria Young

    August 9, 2016 at 6:32 pm

    This is a really beautiful haibun! So much painful nostalgia and regret – in those line are pure magic and beauty.

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  16. Bryan Ens

    August 10, 2016 at 9:24 am

    Love the line “drinking the wine, not savoring the chocolate”

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  17. Laura Bloomsbury

    August 10, 2016 at 11:30 am

    this was truly heartfelt – so evocative and full of sounds – especially like the ‘dobs of the lakes’ small rolling waves’

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  18. katiemiafrederick

    August 10, 2016 at 3:51 pm

    So true.. love can be drunk
    and chocolates can be nurturing as
    the wine of fine eYes that sparkle
    can be a
    chocolate
    of true love
    that gRows
    and never goes
    stale of bottles gone
    sunk in Ocean of forgotten
    Love..

    Love lives
    a chocolate
    wine.. FeeLs..:)

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  19. Walter J. Wojtanik

    August 10, 2016 at 5:12 pm

    Such a tender remembrance, ZQ. Your ending is superb! Enjoy this!

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  20. Mish

    August 13, 2016 at 8:59 pm

    A lovely reflective piece. I especially like the way you used the wine and chocolate both literally and metaphorically.

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