Waiting – haibun for dVerse

We are driving across Richmond Park, in a sad procession of cars. None of us want to be here, but we’ve all made our journeys, and here we are. The traffic’s stopped for a moment, and we are waiting here, right here, appreciating the pause – a space to breathe and be silent, before what will come next. It’s beautiful here. We can see why you loved it, why you came here when you wanted to breathe. It’s bleak, though. The January sky is bone white, and everywhere is grey – the trees, the ground, even the deer that gather and rest, so close to us, so tame. We are waiting to move off again, when suddenly there’s a flash of green movement – a parakeet – sudden, incongruous, wildly glamorous. It’s like a message from you, reminding us that life is fun – your favourite word – and that we should remember you with cocktails, and silk scarves, and laughter. One day we’ll manage that. I promise.

Sudden green arrow
Piercing the grey winter light
Promise of laughter.

This is for Raj, who walked away from us two weeks ago, and left the world a little duller, a little greyer, a little less glamorous. She carried her life like a bouquet of roses, and shared the scent and colour with us all. DVerse is asking for waiting haibuns. It seemed to fit.DVerse

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21 thoughts on “Waiting – haibun for dVerse

  1. “The January sky is bone white, and everywhere is grey – the trees, the ground, even the deer that gather and rest, so close to us, so tame.” … I love where you went with this, from this sentence down. I got more and more excited. 🙂

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  2. What a beautiful tribute. That funeral cortege of cars…with the little flags on them. They are a drive that is so difficult to make. I love that there is a spark of color here that reminds you of her joy for life and reminds you to go on. Beautifully written. And I’m sorry you lost your very dear friend.

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  3. My deepest condolences on the loss of a wonderful and amazing friend. Yes, it is good to remember the glorious and fun parts of someone and to “carry your life like a bouqet of roses”. How incredibly beautiful and touching and this is.

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