My apologies to my friends at Big Tent Poetry. It’s been a rough week with lots of unexpected bumps and curves. Not a good time to try on a poetic form I’ve never heard of and am mostly ignorant about. This poem is what came out when I tried and it is not to prompt. I’m sure you will find good examples of the prompt here: http://bigtentpoetry.org
Thoughts flit like nervous fireflies,
alight for a moment then leap away
in scattered flash, to be replaced
by another, again smothered in darkness
as though it had never been. Restless with
energy unexpended, ended by short fuse,
loose and disconnected.
Image of lilac bushes, thin brown arms
branching up and out, spring green buds
tightly packed, folded, waiting for one moment
that will awaken them from confinement, as sun
in perfect alignment gives warmth for freedom’s
blooms, sending message that throws open
windows in closed rooms, allows breezes to blow
through, ridding air of staleness of winter.
Need such a signal within, way to remember
to know it is time to throw open windows
of soul so scent of newness might waft
through darkly shadowed corridors, and rooms
too long closed, can breathe again. Perhaps sniff
out words of elusive and unknown haibun.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/24/10