The Fear of Dormancy

What if you need a ticket to get in the final show? Or the creator’s a superhero, and you can’t get saved unless you cry out in distress? There’s so much groveling I’ve learned to suppress. Fingers skip hot lava on tiny black stones, and I’m not sure they’ll make it out before the stone wall is closed. I’m a vase walking around without a bouquet. The fear of emptiness and mediocrity. Yes, there are too many ways to not escape. On dry days, I’m terrified of my own company, convinced that the bulbs I’ve planted may never grow.

The bulb of self-doubt

planted in the off-season;

fear is flowering.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

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Frank is host for d’Verse’s Hiabun Monday and the topic is fear. Join us in sharing a haibun poem inspired by fear.

33 Comments

  1. Masa

    The haiku was beautiful, but the final lines of your prosery is what really struck me: On dry days, I’m terrified of my own company, convinced that the bulbs I’ve planted may never grow.

    Ugh, I am envious of such beautiful writing. Splendid.

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      1. Ain

        I think it goes further than that. I felt the anguish, and that line of not being saved unless crying in distress stayed with me..my comment was a bit bland, but that’s coz I related too uncomfortably with what was being said!

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  2. Frank J. Tassone

    Oh, the fear of inadequacy and nothingness is palpable in this haibun. I especially love these lines: “Fingers skip hot lava on tiny black stones, and I’m not sure they’ll make it out before the stone wall is closed. / I’m a vase walking around without a bouquet.”

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      1. K.Hartless

        Many thanks. For me, it’s difficult to gauge when I should push myself and when I should give myself a break. I think for me it has always been the forging of my own path through the thickest brush I can find. View’s good on the other side, though. 😉

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  3. Dora

    Beautifully expressed, K. This line especially poignant: “There’s so much groveling I’ve learned to suppress”, hinting at how past vulnerability has perhaps accomplished little except chip away at self-worth. Only the charmed few can’t identify.
    pax,
    dora

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