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Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Tipping point: a haibun by Paresh Tiwari

I  wake up to find myself staring out the window on the
far side of the room. I am naked waist up, and a cigarette
smokes feebly between my fingers. I must have made some
noise for the-other-I turns back, looks at me for a while,
then says without a preamble, 'I am leaving you.'

There's finality in the statement, and I can't bring myself to ask
why. So I settle down for the second question. 'For whom?'

It seems rather insensitive, and almost as soon as it's out
of my mouth, I regret bringing it up.

'That painter with the funny name across the street. His
work is making waves, and unlike you, he isn't stuck with
a niche, dead-end, obscure form of poetry.'

Vitruvian Man
painting his toenails
a deeper red 


                                                     ~    ~    ~    ~ 

Last Friday there was a pick-up notice in my snow covered group mailbox. I was a bit nervous asking for the mysterious package at the village P.O., wondering if it might be some kind of dunning notice, a tax assessment or some similar legal problem. Nope, just a small poetry book sent all the way from India.

Relief turned to mild petulance, altho I knew I should be grateful. What to do, what to do. Another overly serious younger poet looking for guidance, a kind word perhaps, maybe hoping for a handout of some sort, literary or financial.  

So Rainsdrops chasing Raindrops sat on my kitchen table during my late brunch, and when the Irish cream in my coffee kicked in, I accepted the small book's challenge and read a haibun. Poetic! Sensitive! Humorous, even!

This morning's poem - above - had me spitting raisins from my raisin bran in laughing recognition!
Hooray for Paresh Tiwari and his twisted, honest and often outrageously funny take on the haiku/haibun genre. 

Chris Faiers/cricket

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