I know that I wrote in a previous post that I was down to writing one poem a day, but I couldn’t resist responding to dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday #6
This is the last post of the day – honestly!

I love train journeys and make regular trips between Norwich and London, as well as to Cardiff. I have spent many a trip gazing out at rain-drenched scenery, mesmerised by the watery colours, looking for smoke rising from chimneys and the odd sad-looking horse in its dripping coat, usually hugging a hedge. I love the colours of the countryside in rain and the way the inside of the carriage is reflected from the darkness of the window.
Raindrop refraction
Or a pointillist landscape
Of bare bones of trees?
I know that this is a supposed to be a haibun but I couldn’t stop myself from developing it into a poem:
Staring at a zoetrope
Of scenery,
Am I passing it
Or is it passing me?
Raindrop refraction
Or a pointillist landscape
Of bare bones of trees?
Murky greys and greens
Merge
Into a single blur
And the metronome
Of train
And rain
Melds me to its rhythm
Until all I see
Is a reflection of me.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Ah, this is gorgeous. The inspiration overwhelms the initial goal – how wonderful for us. A great haibun and beautiful post-poem 🙂
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Thank you so much. Haiku and tanka I have posted on the blog are often the seeds that germinate into bigger poems that I send in to competitions. The problem is, most competitions require poems to be unpublished, even on a blog. But I really appreciate comments from fellow bloggers – competitions never tell you why you have failed or where you have succeeded.
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You are welcome, and I know what you are saying. I never get to send poetry to competitions because I post everything I write :)… we need constructive criticism in order to grow as writers – I wish more people were truly open to it but I have found (the hard way) on several occasions, that many are not. I love your poetry – no matter where it takes you 🙂
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Ah, looking out at the landscape through those rain spattered windows really can give the world a surreal quality! Nice Haibun.
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Thank you, Mary 🙂
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What a journey you describe! I love the part about not knowing if the world is passing you or vice versa! Awesome!
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🙂
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I really feel this… It van be a zen-like moment sitting looking at your own reflection in the rainwet window… yes a haibun can be one way to develop into poetry or the other way around… is there really a clear border?
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Train journeys almost force a time of quiet reflection. You captured the mood brilliantly.
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Thank you 😊
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beautiful – all of it!
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Thank you kindly 😀
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I like both your haibun and your poem, Kim. Especially drawn to that sad horse.
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😀
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I love the reflections and questions in your haiku and poem ~ Maybe we see what we want to see in the reflections, smiles ~
Thanks for joining our Haibun Monday ~
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Thank you, Grace. I love the stimulus of a challenge😁
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I love the reflections and questions in your haiku and poem ~ Maybe we see what we want to see in the reflections, smiles ~
Thanks for joining our Haibun Monday ~
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Your haibun makes me want to paint. I like the way the mind wanders during train journeys.
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😁
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I especially like the poem that grew from the haibun….great write!
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Thank you!
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Art of Zen riding..
Like Zen writing
All becomes
one Force
oF ARt..
Buses.. Trains
Planes write
flowRidinG..:)
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I love both the haibun and the poem.
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Thank you, Rosemary 🙂
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I think your haibun was just an introduction to a fabulous poem…love the rhythm of train and rain 🙂
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I am delighted you like it, Lynn!
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Love the haibun and the poem. I keep seeing that horse.
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Thank you. I can’t help being drawn to those lonely horses in fields. 🙂
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