INFORM POET – HOLIDAY HAIBUN

Stepping away from the banquet table, one of the next telling highlights of the holiday season can be found in the music and sounds we hear. Christmas Carols and songs seem to dominate the airwaves at this time of year obviously. I’m sure there are equally prominent songs from the other cultural celebrations. Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or even maybe a Festivus ditty could be heard.

Using a title or a lyric from one such inspiration, write a Haibun.

The haibun is the conjoining of two poetic forms: a prose poem and an ending haiku. Japanese poet Matsuo Basho made the form popular in the 17th Century. The prose poem and haiku are generally linked together  directly or indirectly.

WALT’S EXAMPLE:

I SAW THREE SHIPS

CRAFTSMANSHIP

I am Santa Claus and I come by my skills naturally. Passed down from generation to generation in celebration of the day to which I was appointed. Anointed with design capabilities and the ability to work in any medium, largely because my father and grandfather had taught me the value of a job well done. Plus in the process, I have fun. Christmas may come along once a year, but up here in my corner of the world where the winds swirl and the snow flies, I keep my eyes on the prize. I do my very best and request the very same from my helpers and friends because it all depend on them and their acquired skills as well. And let me tell you, we make great things that will bring joy to many and any who believe in the value of craftsmanship. We’re hip to it!

LEADERSHIP

Let’s face it, someone has to keep this process moving forward. But, I do not think of my support group as underlings. The elves and snow people, the fauna and birds all are my partners. For starters, it’s a grand undertaking and there’s no mistaking our commitment. We were meant to do this! And I suppose my lineage has set me up to lead and succeed. But as I’ve stated, I am elated to be able to work with a whole “army” of leaders. A bit more important than craftsmanship, leadership will keep us on the right path for the good of the world.

FELLOWSHIP

We have always been dedicated to the proposition that Christmas is the time for us to come together for the cause of all humanity. It is insanity to think one person or group is more important than another. We are all in this together, whether or not we are all the same race, religion, persuasion, orientation, color or creed. We need to join in the common cause for the sake of the world. It is in fellowship that we sail into the future for our future’s sake. Whatever it may take, we cannot forsake each other. We are all sisters and brothers in the family of man.

I saw three ships come
sailing on a steady course,
steered by Santa Clau
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© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

29 thoughts on “INFORM POET – HOLIDAY HAIBUN

  1. CAROL OF THE BELLS

    The land is wizened now, white with frost and light snow. Grasses mainly are matted down, but here and there some stalks persist, waving gently in the nippy breezes. Bare trees withstand the urge to move as the breezes pass, but evergreens succumb gladly; within them the chickadees and nuthatches harvest their treasures from the feeders while goldfinches, siskins, and juncos stay local high and low. The same breezes move wind-chimes, sending tinkling bell sounds across the yard and to the house, where the Christmas tree looks longingly at what used to be.

    The evergreen tree
    hosts inert decorations;
    birds keep on the move.

  2. Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem

    On that night so long ago, busy and bustling with people crowding every inn, nook and cranny, you did not know. You did not know that eternity had touched your town. What possible importance could the birth of another baby be? A male child born to the acclaim only of parents, a few shepherds and some Persians or Medes priests or astrologers isn’t world shattering. Then, the family leaves the town and the visitors there because of the census leave town and things go back to normal in a little back-water village.

    Now, Bethlehem, you are proclaimed in song. Your name on lips of carolers. What would you think if only you had known?

    Just a tick in time
    if only they could have known
    lips would praise their town.

  3. Merry Christmas to all!
    And to all, come on down to the Panhandle and warm up.

    Panhandle Mischief

    Beaches

    White as snow the sand lays bare to the chilly winter breezes. Emerald green water steadily laps the sand with a rhythm that could be likened to the sounds of the season. Beach walkers come and go, most wearing long pants, sneakers and windbreakers this time of year. In all honesty, locals put their sandals and shorts on standby, but never are they ever packed away. You see, in the Panhandle, you can never know when the temps will change and the shorts and sandals will be the fashion of the afternoon.

    Lights

    From the beaches, walkers gawk at the lights and other decorations adorning the condominiums and beach houses, restaurants and local businesses. Smart phones capture these seasonal sights often serving as backgrounds for selfies that will be sent to their Northern family and friends just to prove to them that they were actually there. In many cases, if truth be known, sending such pictures are meant as salt in the wounds of those that have to suffer through the cold and snow, not that I would ever do such a thing. That would be cruel. Lol

    White beach, green water
    Smartphone selfies heading North
    Panhandle Mischief

  4. O, Christmas Tree

    I love sitting here in the evening, in my comfy chair, looking at the Christmas tree lit with tiny lights, packed full of ornaments from long ago that my son and daughter made when they were little: ceramic ice skaters they painted, an ice cream cone with cotton ice cream, a dough art wise man, a Star of David made of popsicle sticks. Ornaments from the trips I’ve been on: Santa and his wife in swim suits from the Virgin Islands, a bagpiper from Scotland, a whale from Friday Harbor, Washington, a moose from Victoria, Canada, Santa riding a polar bear from Alaska, kissing puffins from Bar Harbor Maine. Ornaments from family and friends: a snowman, a Lion King mask, a poinsettia made of crawdad claws, a ceramic dolphin. A purple Grand Canyon University ornament I got when I finally graduated from college at the age of 59. Fragile antique ornaments: a little angel encased in plastic, a glass ornament with a crown, a glass mama and baby bear bell. O Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches.

    Twenty-five years old
    Losing needles every year
    Holding memories

  5. I’m dreaming of a Prince Charming
    just like the ones I never knew.
    His green eyes would twinkle,
    and I’d turn pinkle
    to hear him say come with me darling.

    Said, I’m dreaming of a Prince Charming
    with all the wishes that I make.
    May I wake, may I wake, may I wake
    to brewed tea and cake
    at an afternoon tea party fete.

    I’m dreaming of a Prince Charming
    just like the ones I never knew.
    His green eyes would twinkle,
    and I’d turn pinkle
    to hear him say come with me darling.

    Said, I’m dreaming of a Prince Charming
    with all the wishes that I make.
    May I wake, may I wake, may I wake
    to brewed tea and cake
    at an afternoon tea party fete.

    Said, I’m dreaming of a Prince Charming
    with all the wishes that I make.
    May I wake, may I wake, may I wake
    to brewed tea and cake
    at an afternoon tea party fete.

    all the stars she can find
    on clear winter night sky
    she look up and wishes

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