Sonnet to a Poet’s Hands

The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, composing sonnets to his unknown muse, creating worlds in drama and in song to challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with ink and words. His skin was cracked and raw with rhyme. The scratching of the pen spurred him to think […]

Praying One-Bun

On First Seeing ‘Praying Hands’ by Dürer… those honest hands captured in ink, I began to understand spirituality captured in ink, fingers gently pressed in prayer – oh, to draw such hands! Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1411 Praying (one-bun) Today we have a short episode: our task is to create a […]

My Mother’s Hands

 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille Our challenge this week is to take a haiku by a classical haiku poet: First autumn morning the mirror I stare into shows my father’s face. © Murakami Kijo* and then create a haibun with a maximum of 300 words, including our own original haiku.   When […]