Written for: dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday: Give Me Shelter
(posted by Mish)
"Shelter could be nothing but a quick escape from the noise of the world. However, in times of poverty, homelessness, war, violence, shelter is everything. Shelter can be described from the forest floor or from the depths of our hearts and minds where we often need a safe place to reset, to nourish, to grow."
These days I take shelter inside myself. Eyes closed,
I meditate, trying to find a place of quiet contentment.
Screaming noise dominates the world, my head, my life.
Often I become distracted, allowing outside events
to seep in like black clouds. Those are times I wish
an ancient tree would enfold me, and keep me safe.
storm pummels tin roof
nothing is heard inside
her music is soft snow
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Beautifully written, Sara… Storms outside, quiet on the inside!
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You are welcome!
Sara, I really connected with your haibun and meditation. That haiku is stunning!
Thanks so much, Colleen!
I think we all take shelter in ourselves and hope sometimes that an ancient tree would shelter us when it gets too much. I can relate to this. I think most of us can. Very nice poem.
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With chronic homelessness, it’s as though some people, however precious their souls, can be considered disposable. Even to an otherwise democratic and relatively civilized nation, their worth(lessness) is measured basically by their ‘productivity’ or lack thereof. Those people may then begin perceiving themselves as worthless and accordingly live their daily lives more haphazardly.
A lovely image of the ancient tree offering comfort and your haiku is stunning with “her music is soft snow”. I have not tried meditation….yet.
Thanks, Dwight. It is keeping me from breaking right now.
It’s interesting that despite taking shelter in yourself, Sara, you still want to be enfolded in a tree, as if taking shelter within yourself is somehow now enough… This is beautifully written!
Thanks, David. I do need that extra shelter.
The world is like that now…(K)