Haibun Birthday

Written for dverse poets pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/03/haibun-monday-birthday/

The Day

The day has come to celebrate the one day that you can call your own, in some way. There will be thousands of others, perhaps millions that also share your day, but it is still your day. Pay tribute to your life. 

You live only once 
Your life matters more today 
This earth is now yours 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Shrouded by sadness

Even though the sun still shines and I have love all around me
There is a cloud that will not go away with the wind
will not disappear after the rain
And always blocks part of the sun
But he is with his father and will always be in my heart.

Walking through my days
Living for my present life
Sadness that won’t end

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Today is July 1st which will eventually lead to July 16th and one year that my son died.

On my trip down to Florida I stopped at a gas station. At the pumps next to me were two guys on motorcycles. One was on a Harley, one a street bike, like my son’s. I don’t know what made me think of doing it but before I got back in my car I said, “Hey, Be careful. Drivers don’t watch out for motorcycles.” That was it. I just felt like I had to say that at that moment.

On my trip back from Florida a guy on a street bike was riding in front of me. He changed lanes and then ended up behind me. He was there for quite a few minutes. He then switched lanes again and passed me. I saw him ride off into the distance through my tears.

I am so grateful for the people who love me and those who help move that cloud a little to the side each day.

Shakespeare and Basho

Two great poets living in two distant worlds in two distinct time periods, expressing life in messages, as the Japanese spirit of Haiku replaces random words of no significance, so does the English colloquy of love and mankind, pepper the world with words that reflect life and love. The latter having no idea of Basho’s interpretation of life, finds his own essence in the written language.  

two poets may rise 
to speak the truths of the heart 
and role of the mind.