[stylist] Sharing a tankabun similar to a haibun

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

The tankabun is not recognized yet because I simply  have not gathered the 
information needed. The haibun is a real form and  information can be found 
on many poetry form sites.  My father was not  educated at all and sometimes 
felt that he didn't quite know what to do but  every now and then he would 
surprise me. I have some vision but some things are  much harder for me to 
see. Icicles were one of those  things.
 
 
In a message dated 5/16/2012 5:41:19 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
bookwormahb at earthlink.net writes:

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
-----Original Message----- 
From:  KajunCutie926 at aol.com
Sent: Sunday, April 22, 2012 11:14 PM
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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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