Moon sliver fades in and out through shards of clouds in pitch black sky. I peer from my window, wrapped in warm flannel, pane thrown open. Tree frogs mute with wailing winds. And I know, though I cannot see, ocean currents are whipped in fury, hurling themselves upon eroded shore.
Mother beats her breast
mea culpa my children
peace I cannot bring.
Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub, Haibun Monday #9. Hosted by Rajani who asks that our subject include the moon. Photo by Lucretia.
lillian the home poet 
Like the tone of the haiku… I think you took this in a whole new direction.
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The recent act of violence in Ankara,,,,yet another act of senseless violence in this world…motivated the poem I posted just before this one…..and this one too. We hold on to a sliver of hope that peace can somehow be restored to our world.
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Have to keep that hope alive or it would become pretty bleak indeed. Lets hope better sense prevails all around.
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Agree. Hope must prevail.
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I can feel the fury as expressed by your words.
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Hope must prevail.
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Thank you, Mary. Too much violence in this world.
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Oh this is very good indeed. Quick, sharp and explicate. Love this. >
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Many thanks. Too much turbulence / violence in this world.
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The moon slivers are sometimes my favorite, like frail fingernail droppings cast to sky.
I love this.
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now that’s a lovely image–“frail fingernail droppings cast to sky.” Lillian, this poem evokes quote a picture of nature’s wrath.
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Thank you! So glad you liked it……..will remember your “frail fingernails” for another time! 🙂
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I admire the use of nature to strongly emphasize despair and fury: wailing wind, ocean currents whipped in fury ~ I only pray for that elusive peace ~
A beautiful haibun Lillian ~ Thanks for joining our Haibun Monday ~
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Thank you so much, Grace. Your kind words are truly appreciated!
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Well written… Peace
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Peace indeed — too elusive in our modern times.
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Well written.
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Thank you!
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What a powerful haiku, Lillian! I’m enjoying your work!
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Trouble with internet connection — so on my second cup of late morning coffee and so happy to see you this morning! Glad you liked this one and hope to chate with you more 🙂
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I love what you did with the wrath of mother nature- bravo!
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Many thanks, Trish. When you have a windy day here in Bermuda, those waves can really crash into the rocks — batter them! Nature can be fickle, right?
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I love the tone, the fierceness of it, the rage against injustice. Mea culpa my children, peace I cannot bring… that’s just great!
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Many thanks, Steph. Really appreciate seeing you here and reading your kind words!
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Marvelous tone and use of setting! From the first sentence we know that something powerful is going to take place. And when we get to the haiku, everything comes true with a bang.
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Thank you……so very glad you liked it. I’m late to my replies here….in our 7th of 8 weeks in Bermuda and these aquamarine waters act as both a muse and a distraction! 🙂
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The power of the ocean can be frightening to me and I compare that feeling to the world’s upheaval that is so widespread. I need some compassionate calm mixed with a large dose of sanity.
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Oh how I agree! Sometimes boring is just plain nice! 🙂
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Wonderful, all of it.
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So glad you like it. Smiling I am!
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The comfort of flannel, the surf beyond the open window…. beautiful
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Thank you, Margaret. So glad you liked it!
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