Haibun #11

To go beyond the measures of self-recognition is to sacrifice one's self to the powers of the muse...

I've been having a difficult time with my fiction writing as of late; my characters are refusing to tell me their stories. This creates an issue for me because I do not believe in the idea of forced creativity. I'd rather let something remain unfinished rather than write something that is nowhere near my full potential.

a fractured mirror lies
on the mahogany table
where I used to write


~April 8, 2010

Haibun #8

February 26, 2010

The snow billows in silence. My friend is skipping his class but he still walks with me to mine. I enjoy being in his company; his presence eases me. I am thankful that our boundary crossing did not affect the core of our friendship.

knives were drawn Wednesday
for jokes were taken too far
respect has been lost

Haibun #7

Feburary 23, 2010

I can feel the onset of a cold. I have a slight headache, and my thraot feels scratchy when I swallow. I need to start taking my vitamins again, especially since I am stressing thanks to my schoolwork. (I tend to get sick easily if I let myself stress out too much...)

white blood cells
defend their host
against the invasion

Haibun #5

Haibun #5

There is this guy who always makes me smile. Makes me laugh. Makes me forget about the stresses of everyday life.

secret love
burns inside
begging to be freed

Haibun #4

Haibun #4

A friend of mine had blamed me for not reminding him about a homework assignment that was due today in a class we have together. I'd asked him if I was his BlackBerry and he said "No, you're my MelBerry". He'd then asked me what I was doing after class; I responded with, "I'm going back to Kreischer to do homework." He made a pouty-face, as though he were sad I broke our routine of having lunch together on Monday afternoons.

friendly conversations
fire a spark in human hearts
during the coldest month

Haibun #3

I originally was going to give a somewhat winded explanation as to why I wrote this haibun, but I decided against it. After all, a haibun is supposed to speak for itself, is it not? :-)

Haibun #3
It has been a hurried day. The morning was dangerously cold at only three degrees Fahrenheit; the air turned my unprotected hands a nasty shade of pink. I stressed myself with an unnecessary responsibility.

steel drums
made of oil barrells
echo in thin air

Haibun #2

I've written my second haibun today; I was inspired by the harsh winds that make their presence known during the harsh winter months here in Bowling Green. I had to write this one while I was in the frame of mind to write; unfortunately that happened during my Poetry Workshop class! (Sorry Theresa!)


Haibun #2

Roaring wind blows through my hair. My cheeks turn red against its freezing bite. The cold makes my nose drip.

winter wind
bites frozen skin
brings on a cold