June 14, 2019 by petrujviljoen
A headful of Virginia Woolf and one does then think of Ingrid Jonker too. Both of whom walked into the water. I wear my mother’s jersey. The pockets are convenient. Getting back into bed on account of the cold fishing out the stone I put in it to work on. Intake of breath and I wasn’t meditating. Taking a moment then bending down to work. There’s some rough bits; need smoothing over.
a cold season’s dawn
walking, a pidgeon swoops by
in delight of flight
Sometimes when working with focus… I believe that is a type of meditation too.
Such work is three quarters of the way to true meditation I think.
Beautiful. I love the dawns, hope on the horizons. Cheers. 🙂
Thank you Susan!
I think you wrote a good one. A really good one. Just saying.
Petru, my friend, tell me you aren’t depressed…
Nan, my friend, tell me if I wrote a good one or not please? Of course I’m depressed. Aren’t you? Isn’t everyone most of the time?
Nan, I was surely somewhat abrupt. It’s just that it can be seen from a different angle besides a personal depression. It can easily be read as a brief mourning for two excellent women, who through trials and tribulations because of their femininity, had to give up on their lives.
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (6/14/19): Petru’s latest #haibun!
My pleasure 😇
This is so good!
Thanks Bruce! Am I missing something or where’s the rest of your writing?
Hi Petru – someone has nicked it – I have been away and just discovered chapters 1 to 12 have disappeared off line!
Hi Bruce. You must’ve deleted them? Have a look-see you’ll surely find it.