Wet clothes tumble in the wash like hooves of unridden horses galloping around a circular pen. The dishwasher downpours gurgling through the pipes in guttural surrender to its nightly chore, and I am pressing down the keys in new patterns creating constellations with words. These are the meager moments a mother owns for free during lockdown. The dusk tucks the little ones in, then the red wine sips begin punctuated between key skips, a glide forwards and backwards on the obsidian stepping stones of my dream, which tonight is a silvery lake that offers no reflection.
Indoor lights spotlight
swept floors, dusted dreams and
mom’s messy key spills.
Frank is the host for d’Verse’s Haibun Monday tasking us to write a poem capturing the present moment. Join us.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
This is a cool post. I line the line “between key skips, a glide forwards and backwards on the obsidian stepping stones”. Great visualization and well penned.
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Thank you very much. I like the stepping stone idea as well. Could be a cool photo idea this silver lake?
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I can really feel how the moment has become more intense during lockdown… the prose is magnificent… a poem born from keyboard dancing.
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Thanks, Björn. The aching does seem to be intensifying now as we all struggle against some much togetherness. Appreciate your kind comments.
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Fantastic haibun
“creating constellations with words” (my favorite image)
Happy Monday
Much💛love
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Thank you very much, Gillena. Your words uplift me. 🙂
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Oh, man, you should do something about that dream. Is there nothing else you can dream about?
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Nope, I need to find more inspiration, I think. 🙂
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a rich harvest of words and images here; playful and whimsical; I like ‘the obsidian stepping stones of dreams’ and I’m glad you found a spot for the red wine: one must always find a spot for that 🙂
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A long day always deserves a velvety red finish line. Thank you, John. Cheers!
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“Constellations of words” …. great word picture! A busy mom’s lament well pictured.
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Thank you, Beverly. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing, and so it feels fulfilling being a mom every day and writing every night.
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KH, I just love your writing.
Thank you!
-David
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Thanks, David. Very kind words. I appreciate them.
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I like how it goes from noisy and chaotic to quiet and peaceful.
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Thank you, Lisa. There has been a lot of noise here lately with schools closed due to COVID and the kids trying to learn remotely. The nights are blissfully quiet, minus the helpful machinery.
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You’re very welcome, K.
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Such immersing imagery!
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Thank you kindly, Lucy.
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I like the slow calming, from the noisy, busy washing machine and dishwasher, the keys ‘’creating constellations with words’ to settling into the dusk tucking the little ones in, and the glide ‘on the obsidian stepping stones’ of a dream. A busy day done and dusted.
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Thank you, Kim, for the thoughtful comments. I’m happy with everything that gets accomplished each day and having just a little left over to give to my passions.
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The imagery of that first sentence is so powerful. It could have been a line in Lucy in the sky with diamonds! Brilliant!
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Thanks, Hobbo. That’s a huge compliment, and I’ll see if Mr.Bump can let his Beatle’s connection know they may have a new lyric to add. 🙂
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Great idea!
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Phenomenal images conjured so poetically… and that’s before the poem! Colourful wordplay. Loved it.
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Thank you very much. It was good for me taking in the moment. I’m usually drifting in some fiction or other.
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There’s a magical moment when you tuck your children into bed, and then the house goes quiet. It’s open to all sorts of possibilities. I love your haibun; it’s warm, loving, and true.
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Thank you very much, Misky. If felt good to be in the moment, actually reminded me that sometimes it’s okay to just be.
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This is wonderful because I could hear all those exact same sounds and feel that delicious red wine slide down my throat as that moment of bliss that is ours alone is felt.
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Thank you very much, Dale. They day’s race won. Victory feels best when shared. 🙂
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I could not agree more!
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An exquisite haibun …….
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Thank you, Helen. 😀
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Your word choice is marvelous.
You had my attention from the first line, “Wet clothes tumble in the wash like hooves of unridden horses galloping around a circular pen.”
I can’t imagine the challenges of being a parent during this pandemic. My heart goes out to you.
Keep on writing and sharing your voice.
Ali
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Thank you very much, Ali. This has been an extremely difficult period, but I am. It giving up or in. I really appreciate a you reading and commenting to 😉
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