I would like you all to write a poem about change - not the full blown depression but the subtle sneaky sadness that hits us sometimes. The "wistful sadness"...I know I have had times of mono no aware these past two years - when my cousin Billy died recently of cancer I grieved. But there was also the feeling of an end of an era - we were part of a group called the 11/16 Club, a group of people all born on NOvember 16. I am the last of that group of twenty people.
So write about change - the changing of the seasons, the loss of a lover in your life, the loss of a friend, the loss of a parent or family member or pet. I want you to write about changing jobs, moving to a different house, moving to a new city. I want you to write about change (mujo) and the mono no aware that comes with such changes. I recently wrote a haibun in the classic style - meaning 100 or fewer words, not the long rambling modern ones. This haibun and haiku show the changes in the seasons and the feeling of sadness at the changes.
Haibun - cherry tree
The cherry tree in my yard is bare now. Pink
blooms festooned the branches. The leaves were green during summer and red
during fall. Now at the beginning of winter, the leaves lay in disarray at its
base. Slow rain soaks the fallen leaves.
bare cherry tree
shivers in the rain –
winter is here
For this challenge, I want you to write about the changes and the sadness around those changes. I also want you to be brief - no more than 150 words. Try to write in the Japanese style of brevity and minimal description. Let the world show your sadness, not your descriptions. If you can't, don't worry about it. Just remember, this is about that wistful sadness, not about full out grief.
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Post your link on Mr. Linky. And please - read the submissions of others and comment on them. this is not a requirement but it is only courtesy.
Hello, friends. :)
ReplyDeleteHowdy Marian!
DeleteThank you, Toni. An example of a poem I never would have written if not for a poetry challenge. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret. I am glad to hear this
DeleteExcellent stuff, fren! Busy morning, but i will be back in the afternoon to write for this. :-)
ReplyDeleteCatch you on the flipflop fren
DeleteA wonderful prompt, Toni. Will be back.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry. Will be good to see you!
DeleteHi all. I am puzzled as to why this prompt showed up so early because I scheduled it for 12 pm but since we are here, let's all poem!
ReplyDeleteMight not have the time to write about this until tomorrow... have a huge backlog of reading to do.
ReplyDeleteThank you. This is a great prompt, which I look forward to attempting!
ReplyDeleteJoining in Toni!
ReplyDeleteBjorn: the poem you posted at dVerse would work for this!
ReplyDeleteJellojenna: Great! Looking forward to it!
ReplyDeleteLynda Lee: I am happy to hear this!
ReplyDeleteThis was a fun write about a subject not so fun. Thank you, Toni for hosting with it. One spot on my write is a little risqué, I hope it doesn't offend (Note, this happens to boys as well as girls.) The poem is true, when I retired in 2001 I could no longer justify having my pickup as there were no more commutes. It was keep either my 1998 Ford Mustang BT Convertible the little Chevy S-10 pickup.
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Toni I wrote another poem for you...
ReplyDeletesomething more grey than dark... I will be back later to read. I need to visit my nightmares...
This lovely prompt is perfectly timed for me, as it happens. Hope I got the mood right.
ReplyDeleteRosemary: You got the mood perfect.
ReplyDeleteJim: Risqué doesn't bother me. Pornography does. this is mildly risque
ReplyDeleteBjorn: thank you!
ReplyDeleteA lovely prompt and so eloquently explained. Thank you, Toni.
ReplyDeleteToni, you had scheduled the challenge for 3.00 pm. I changed it to the morning slot which is usual for the midweek challenge - unlike the weekend challenge.
ReplyDeleteToni - I always enjoy your Japanese flavoured prompts - to roll these alien words on my tongue and savour the feeling.
ReplyDeleteAs is obvious this is still an all too poignant prompt for me
Thank you for the nudge to delve deep.
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