When poetry contest looms, or e-zine deadline approaches, or writers’ website posts a prompt, do you experience brain freeze without benefit of ice cream? Do you hear Lucy yell, “You blockhead, Charlie Brown!” and you realize YOU are wearing a yellow shirt with brown zigzag across it?
I want to write slam poetry…loud, disgusted rants but the internet is already full of angry people raving. I want to write sexy… passionate married love but it’s a private affair not for public sharing. I want to write worship… to the glory of God but it may come off trite or offensive. I want to write verses happy… but dislike words that drip sappy.
So I say, “Hey, haibun, what do you want to be: a metaphor of a secret door? a nature travelogue? a sticky-sweet pastry? You’ll have to say something because I’m fresh out of ideas!”
writer without words
knows world needs more poetry
rake fallen dry leaves
Frank J. Tassone hosts Monday haibun at dVerse poets on topic of writer’s block…
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 29, 2021 @ 14:04:50
Oh, it’s always a delicate balance… and sometimes I think prompts may force this block upon us… simply by making us overthink things.
Sep 29, 2021 @ 18:41:22
YES…it’s true that we can be prone to overthink things! Thanks for your insight, Bjorn.
Sep 29, 2021 @ 12:55:59
Loved it. The humour is refreshing.
Sep 29, 2021 @ 13:31:27
Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Sep 29, 2021 @ 03:25:16
This was fantastic! Though sexy, passionate love write would be very welcome too! 😉
Sep 29, 2021 @ 09:21:33
Thanks…LOL
Sep 29, 2021 @ 09:22:58
You are welcome.
Sep 29, 2021 @ 01:53:51
Your use of personification is so sweet and humorous, Lynn! I love it 🙂
-David
Sep 29, 2021 @ 09:22:08
Thanks for your sweet comment, David 🙂
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:56:47
We would have enjoyed something on any one of your subjects!! In fact, a little passion might perk up Mondays …..
Sep 29, 2021 @ 09:26:47
Thanks, Bev 😉
Sep 28, 2021 @ 08:25:33
Lynn,
You’re so right. All those thoughts all at once and, yeah, deep brain freeze! Good haibun. 😀
pax,
dora
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:07:11
Thank you, Dora 🙂
Sep 28, 2021 @ 07:51:43
I love the idea of letting the haibun be what it wants to be! And the final haiku is perfect 🙂
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:08:24
Thank you, Ingrid…i appreciate your comment!
Sep 28, 2021 @ 01:21:34
fallen dy leaves make for some of th best poems.
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:10:03
yes 🙂
Sep 27, 2021 @ 23:00:22
I like the honesty of your words, Lynn.
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:10:43
Thanks, Lisa…a poet should be honest 🙂
Sep 28, 2021 @ 12:59:10
🙂 You are welcome.
Sep 27, 2021 @ 22:26:28
And now I’m wondering if there would be an obvious bias if I walked around in a yellow shirt with a brown zigzag. I’m guessing there would. Best if I stay home and rake leaves, too. Therein lies the poetry.
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:11:19
Ha, ha…good idea, Maggie 😀
Sep 27, 2021 @ 21:37:53
Ooooo, I like! 😀
Sep 27, 2021 @ 21:24:01
Clever address to the haibun. May this fall’s leaves be colorful, crisp and leave you delighted.
Sep 28, 2021 @ 09:12:24
I appreciate your kind comment.
Sep 27, 2021 @ 21:09:57
Ah yes this is absolutely delightful – talkkng to your haibun and the end haiku of raking leaves, the actually doing something resonates. Nice one!
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💖love
Sep 27, 2021 @ 21:16:01
Glad you like it, Gillena…thanks for stopping by 🙂
Sep 27, 2021 @ 19:26:43
If you lite those dry dead leaves they will burn brightly and smell of Fall! Well done!
Sep 27, 2021 @ 20:46:08
Good idea 🙂 Thanks, Dwight!