The Sailing Ship — A Haibun

Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story starts after the photo. For other stories click on the blue frog at the end of this post. Enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Georgia Koch

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

 

 

Her folks were against their marriage  from the beginning. It will never work out they said! Never in a million years.

Opposites attract she replied. Love will conquer all and all those arguments. He, for his part, felt the same. A life together with unlimited freedom and possibilities.

The kids made it difficult. Staying at home was not what she had envisioned. The dreams of trips to Paris and Rome were but vague memories.

When he did leave they offered her advice.

That ship has sailed she replied.

hurt feelings surround

love never gives up her dead

survival the game

Dark Streets, Dark Times — A Haibun

Written for Haibun Thinking. For some other stories click on the blue frog at the bottom of this post.

© Arthur Browne

© Arthur Browne

His father died in 2006. He wasn’t yet forty when he took his life.

He went home for his memorial service. The once small town had grown quite large in his absence. Shops filled what before were decaying buildings. The tourist trade had accounted for this turn around he thought. Most of the roads were paved now, including the old rutted main street that he remembered. Strangers were everywhere but no old friends were to be found.

There was a fine restaurant where the butcher was previously located. Yet the town still seemed almost the same to him. The family old church still stood at the end of the alley. More tourist now than congregation.

His mother and his eldest sister had died at the age of fifty-five. He knows he is living  on borrowed time. Perhaps he has the way to end  things on his terms. He continues on.

twilight looms again

another gloomy day gone

the night is his friend

 

 

 

Mount Washington Resort

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Photo Credit — Danny James

Mount Washington Resort, New Hampshire. July 2014.

 

Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.

–Claude McKay

Haibun Thinking — Transition

Vermont Red Barn

Vermont Red Barn — Photo Credit — Danny James

 

That summer we spent between homes. Pulling up roots after fifteen years was quite an ordeal.

The old home sold in the first week. The new home being built would not be ready for three months. The solution that worked for us was to rent a condo for those three months. In Vermont! A long way from our new home being built  in Florida. Both looking forward to what retirement will bring.

Short summer blooms here

Rushing forward way to fast

Our winter starts now

 

 

My Home Has No Walls

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Photo Credit — Danny James

My home has no walls to look upon
no roof to stave off wild beasts or tame the restless seas
no window glass, so clear my days to gaze
A soul to dwell in mystery
so soon my days to fly away
yet stand the oaks of long ago
watching children play

Morning wore a robe of clouded sun
rain washed the day away, til broke the sun again
hidden in a thicket brush sang a tiny bird
sweet songs to light the darkness
from this world

CA Guilfoyle