Today is Haibun Monday at dVerse. A haibun is a Japanese form that combines prose with haiku. Photography courtesy of gabriella.
It had been an unrelenting journey. We’d cowered from the savage rage of milky-topped mountains; endured the critical eye of rustling ash and quizzical oak, stared into the glare of petrified deer and frantic fox as salmon leapt in grand salute and toads on stools stood in watchful unison.
Choice was for the privileged. Ours was none. The Bridge was all. We prayed with tears as every tumbling waterfall, surge of spray and scurrying rivulet streamed us ever closer. Truth drifted towards us with its fragrant allure. Then it was there.
Regal in authority.
Ancient in wisdom.
Quiet in strength underfoot.
Now we would survive.
life deserves decisions
each person finds where truth exists
seek your own true bridge
Moving Poems 
Oh, I like where you went with this haibun! Seizing the ‘brambled path of truth” seems to be the best, though not the easiest, choice! Walking that path may not be easy, but may be most rewarding!
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Thank you, Mary.
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I like that the background to this journey remains a mystery. It makes your haibun all the more powerful. The path of truth often feels like a brambled one indeed.
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Thank you, Gabriella
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I love that “brambled path of truth.” The road less traveled is always the way.
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Thank you, the truth is so often hard to get to!
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This makes me think of The Hunger Games.
I LOVE this section: “We’d cowered from the deceptively savage rage of milky-headed mountains; endured the critical eye of rustling ash and quizzical oak.”
And this: “The Bridge was all. Every tumbling waterfall, scurrying its offspring to stream and rivulet us ever to the answer; ancient, true and eternal.”
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Your descriptions are comparable to Helen Macdonald’s. Lovely.
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Such a great compliment. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Truly a wonderful interpretation, love how you worked with the image as a metaphor… and used it all throughout the prose.
There is a strong symbolism in the bridge I think,
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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Wow! Such strength here.
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Thank you so much.
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loved this: seize the brambled path of truth and your haiku summarizes so well!
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Thank you, Trish.
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I specially admire this line:
Choice lie only with the privileged. Our choice; uncompromising, was to seize the brambled path of truth.
And the ending note, very strong and uplifting ~ Thanks for joining our Haibun Monday ~
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Thank you, Grace. It’s a pleasure to be here.
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WOW!!! I love it, especially the haiku….find your own true bridge…..perfect!
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Thank you, Sherry. Sorry it took so long – your comment went into my spam folder!
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I love this:
” streaming us ever closer to the answer; ancient, true and eternal.”
and the philosophical turn that your closing haiku presents. Descriptive and beautiful writing!
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Thank you, Hannah. It’s good of you to comment.
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Bridges Road
to LiFe..
Grass SinGs
Nature.. now..
We Bridge
Roads to
Grass..
sign
stay off..
Humans on
grass..
So Green..:)
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Thank you, Katie.
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Beautiful descriptions of the natural world, plus deep philosophy. Great stuff!
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Thank you, Rosemary
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Nature poses its challenges to man and we are ever seeking truth…finding our Bridge is victory! An interesting haibun with well-chosen words/phrases, Shirley 🙂
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Thank you, Lynn 🙂
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Thought provoking…from prose to haiku.This line especially…
“each person finds where truth exists”
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🙂 Thank you.
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