Written for: dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Pressure
(posted by Frank J. Tassone
"Today, let’s write a haibun that references pressure, in whatever way you experience or conceive of it."
When I was a child, my mother used a pressure-cooker.
She was the only person to go near it. Silver knob
at the top rolled side to side. Steam escaped,
and it whistled. I waited for it to blow up,
but it never did.
I do not own a pressure-cooker. It would be yet another
item to add to the pressures I am always under.
scurries back and forth
selects the finest twigs
for new nest in spring
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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Very nice haibun.
I can feel the “pressure” that birdie is feeling. 🙂
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