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In my hometown

11 Jun

     In my hometown, Center Sandwich NH, after being reclusive and driving in to get my mail, I saw a sign outside the local art barn announcing an “open Mic” night. I have on occasions gone to these invitations, listened to poetry and spoke my own pieces, respecting all that shown.  I put the date on my calendar and posted it on my bathroom door.

     I showed up with three poems. Asking for the sign in sheet, I introduced myself. I was told this is a musical night for local musicians and you are welcome to read, if you like, what you have written for tonight. The music was nice as I listened and smiled… then, they called my name. Humbly, I read my poems. The audience was gracious. I bowed and quickly left the stand.

     I went to the next month’s open Mic and brought my guitar; understanding the freedom, they had given me on my first night, as I played my own songs. Again, breaking protocol allowed on the first night with applause, I was welcomed again with the freedom I brought with my personal art.

Our skin will age

in the seasons of our life

accept the wrinkles.

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7 Comments

Posted by on June 11, 2018 in Haibun, Zen

 

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7 responses to “In my hometown

  1. Sherry Marr

    June 24, 2018 at 1:06 pm

    As a fellow recluse, I applaud you. There is so much going on in this village. But, come evening, I am usually too tired to venture out. I accept my wrinkles, with gratitude I am still here. Glad you are too, kiddo.

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  2. purplepeninportland

    June 13, 2018 at 3:25 pm

    Love the haiku!

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    June 12, 2018 at 6:20 pm

    Great tale. Nice double-meaning on ‘wrinkles’.

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  4. gillena

    June 12, 2018 at 7:15 am

    What punch the end haiku brings. Wow. Nice

    Much♥️love

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  5. mhmp77

    June 12, 2018 at 3:59 am

    kaykuala

    How wonderful it is to be accorded the honor by an organised grouping. That was really something, ZQ. It was the measure of strength and quality shown that they appreciated twice in a row! Great!

    Hank

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  6. sarahsouthwest

    June 12, 2018 at 1:54 am

    The freedom was in your courage and the generosity of others. it sounds like you’ve found a good home for your work.

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  7. Paul F. Lenzi

    June 11, 2018 at 11:30 pm

    Bravo!

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