I open the kitchen window to inhale the rain. There is a sense of inevitability in the air. Like when a raven glides over the field, death on its eyes. Like when autumn comes and starts plucking off the leaves from the trees. I gather and pare the small potatoes, then cut and drop them in the boiling water. Another pot is boiling with vegetables and fresh shrimps in a tamarind based soup. While waiting for the food, I organize my garbage bags - white for food, blue for recycling and black for other trash. Neat is good karma. Aroma of home-cooked meal is my soul's company. The clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky.
i dance without shoes
& sew pink in autumn leaves
before darkness crows
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To put the poetry in the evening meal is a feat. Peeling potatoes should normally be the least poetic you can do.... and I think dancing barefoot will soon come to an end.. at least here *smiles*
ReplyDeleteExtra-ordinary haibun. I love phrases from this: when autumn begins plucking leaves off the trees, opeing the window to inhale the rain...simply wonderful,this peek into your day.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. great, immediate haibun.
ReplyDeleteA poetic evening meal, Grace, and a killer haiku:
ReplyDelete'sew pink in autumn leaves
before darkness crows'
Wow!
oh this is lovely, Grace :)
ReplyDeletethe last sentence is my fave: The clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky.
Have to watch where you dance without shoes now, may freeze your toes haha
ReplyDeleteI like the line where autumn comes and plucks the leaves and your last one when the colors are plucked from the sunset...beautiful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI like the dance and the image of the raven woven through the ritual of cooking.
ReplyDeleteGosh💖such gorgeous phrasing here especially 'The clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky'💖sigh beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
So beautiful Grace :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful Grace :)
ReplyDeleteExtraordinary is putting it lightly, but I am a dancer
ReplyDeleteLove it Grace...the fun and order we can have in our kitchens...
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeletethere's such a content feeling of peace in this poem. a reminder that the small graces of everyday are really what matter most.
ReplyDeleteSo many lovely lines, Grace. Your dinner does not seem ordinary to me...yum. Your haiku leaves me in awe.
ReplyDeletemaking freshly cut vegetables and stock of sorts soup and smelling the waft while writing and reading is my time well spent. sharing my soup with a love one is the pinnacle. have a lovely day mi amiga
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDelete"Neat is good karma." ... Well that sucks. I'm in big trouble if that's true. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous: "The clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky." ... Like, really really gorgeous. That's probably the most creative description of sunset I've ever read.
I would LOVE to see pink leaves. We just have yellow and brown here. Still largely green, though.
Oh so beautiful! I am inhaling the scent of the rain....and that tamarind based soup -- such a lovely detail here. The sky changing at your window, the scents and sites. And the wonderful haiku. I find this all very gentle and soothing. sigh
ReplyDeleteGorgeous everyday slice here, Grace. And "crow" as verb in the haiku is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI also love "neat is good karma." ;) This is probably true. And if so, I am in big trouble. I am alllll creative chaos.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully descriptive and a delight to read. I especially love the raven's eyes..........
ReplyDeleteYou really hooked me with the darkness crowing--love that analogy. Your haiku is stunning, & your prose is poetically delicious; reinforcing all of us with a scrumptious illustration of the verse & rhythms of what seems at first glance to be mundane.
ReplyDeleteLove the haiku. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteOne last dance before the cold sets in. Ah, the poetry of preparing supper!
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Lovely write Grace and photo to go with.
ReplyDeleteThe clock ticks loudly as the sun fades, taking all the pink streaks and yellow glitter from the sky.
ReplyDeleteThe day finally comes to an end and darkness threatens. Wonderful closing Grace!
Hank
It is evident, Grace, that your ordinary days are far different than mine. You are a fortunate soul.
ReplyDeleteNeat is good karma - I have to agree with you on that one! Have a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteI also love that line. Nice to read you, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteThere is zen-like feel in the prose juxtaposed with wild abandon in the haiku. I enjoyed reading this. :-)
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