Haibun: Song For A New Day

 

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The sun rises above the dunes and the chill of the night’s frost evaporates with every step in the soft sand. Sea and sky treat our eyes to pale blues and indigos. A third eye opens and sees beyond the horizon of this morning’s dream. Our intuition is here to guide us through our day. We hear her voice in the seagull’s call, the soothing movement of the sea.

light reaches and folds
in rhythm with the waves
song for a new day

ยฉ Xenia Tran

 

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Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, setting: iA, 1/800 s.

 

Carpe Diem Namastรฉ, The Spiritual Way #1

Daily Prompt: Lovingly

In response to dVerse poets Haibun Monday Ekphrasis and Haiga

 

Author: whippetwisdom

The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her two rescue whippets Eivor and Pearl.

51 thoughts on “Haibun: Song For A New Day”

    1. Thank you for your kind words Marina and I understand where you are coming from. The joy of movement has been part of so many posts already and these prompts inspired a different approach where image, prose and haiku complement each other. The images represent the energy of joyous movement and the prose and haiku contribute different aspects of the same moment.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words โ˜บ They love to run and enjoy themselves, especially when the sun is out and we have had a very sunny winter so far ๐ŸŒž Thank you for stopping by and much love to you and Tippy ๐Ÿ’– xxx

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  1. Wonderful the magic you portrayed in all three aspects, inspirational! A haiku comment. Thank you Xenia!
    ————————-
    we’ve danced here before
    waves recognising the sand
    little ripples blushed

    waves singing welcome
    new dawn chorus splashing tunes
    watch those whippets run

    wonder dogs flying
    Xenia’s wishes she could too
    wonder woman

    natures never jokes
    it holds our fate between breaths
    hurting holding back

    light winds gentle sea
    dusk dawns the moon looking wry
    beware spring high tides

    walks along the shore
    beach combing tide lines
    smell that fresh sea air

    hark the sea roaring
    hurricane drum rolls the waves
    coast erosion rife

    storms woe stress and strife
    the waves doing battle war
    frothing white horses

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