[stylist] Sharing a tankabun similar to a haibun
Ashley Bramlett
bookwormahb at earthlink.net
Wed May 16 22:40:25 UTC 2012
So is tankabun a real poem form or one you created?
Is haibun a real form as well? I've definitely heard of the haiku though.
Nice poem. Good that your father showed you hands on. Since I have some
vision, I didn't always have hands on experiences, but as I got older, my
dad showed me more and more. By getting up close, I could also see it
better. I got to get right up close and feed a deer at Frip Island, a
private small beach near Beaurfort SC.
Hmm. Maybe I'll write about that this week.
Ashley
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Subject: [stylist] Sharing a tankabun similar to a haibun
At our board meeting tonight I said I would share a tankabun, a poetry
form developed by myself and a writer friend and collaborator on one of my
books, E. W. Richardson. We named it so because it is fashioned after the
haibun, which is a mix of haiku and prose. In this version, a tanka is
used
followed by the prose section which is the 'bun'. Tomorrow I will go in
search of the specific instructions we had written up for it and send it to
you... but for now here is a tankabun written to honor my father and the
first incident that truly let me see that he understood my blindness. I
have
attached it as well as put it in the body of the email. If you have
trouble viewing the attachment I can send using an older version of Word.
Myrna
Icicles
Just one icicle
Laid across her tiny hand
Taught her about life
Her daddy placing it there
Let her understand his love
He had been watching. Her little face was serious, eyes squinting, looking
out the window and trying to see the icicle things. Taking her small hand
in his, he brought her outdoors, broke an icicle hanging from the eaves,
and placed it across her palm. He remained silent but she knew he watched
her
still. It was cold, this icicle, and wet, as it melted within her hand's
warmth. 'Do you see it now, mon petite?' he asked after a moment. She
nodded, awestruck, realizing for the first time that Daddy did understand
her
need to see. "It's dying, Daddy," she said as she sadly held out her nearly
empty hand. "No, mon petite, icicles do not die," Daddy said as he held her
icy hand. "They just need to change clothes sometimes and this one is
saying 'thank you' for undressing it." She smiled at him and for both it
was
enough.
© mdbadgerow 2008
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