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Frozen
a Haibun
Marissa stared at the blank screen of her laptop. Thoughts of Rod overtook her, squeezed her heart. Loneliness had to be better than the pain of loss. She couldn’t dump remembrance of the last time she had risked surrendering to love.
Outside, a pewter sky, heavy, oppressive, filtered through her window, reflected her mood. She slammed the shutters, hiding from view softly falling snow, just beginning, that would soon cover her yard in billowy mounds of pure white, the promise of a fertile spring.
frozen hearts stifle
loving creativity
can beauty survive
Written for Kanzen Sakura’s photo prompt at dVerse Poets Haibun Monday. Please join us. Toni offers wonderful instruction on the art o Japanese Poetry. The prompt will be posted Monday at 3:00 PM EST.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
A whole romance novel in these few lines!
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LOVE that “pewter sky.” 🙂
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Beautiful haiku..deep!
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“cover her yard in billowy mounds of pure white, the promise of a fertile spring.” I especially lilke this line. New fallen snow does have a softness, a mystical feel.
The pewter sky matches her heart….the billowy snow, the hope for spring and new love.
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winter of the heart… but I’m glad you snuck (sneaked?) some spring hope along with it. Lovely
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I like the haiku ending with a question. Well written!
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Moments such as these, when the heart feels numb and frozen… yet you imply there is still hope of spring. A whole story served there in just a few words.
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If they can find the beauty, hearts will survive…poignant write, Victoria.
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I sensed the anger in her grief by slamming the shutters and trying to shut out the world. I wonder if mourning feels even more bleak in the cold months.
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Your haiku broadened the scope and gives us the inner emotions. Lovely.
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Beautiful.
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This is very touching Victoria ~ I can only hope for that promise of the fertile spring ~
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Always look for beauty – that’s my motto. It can take you through all kinds of difficult emotions.
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And such a part of your life. I’m sorry for your loss, Viv.
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I like how you went beyond the obvious frozen snow to the frozen heart of loss and pain. The photo seems to answer your closing question in the affirmative as the beauty of the flowers survive the freezing snow and ice. Peace, Linda
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SMiLes.. sadly too many folks
these nows.. THiNK that
heArt iS iN head..
when iT stiLL
moves.. connects
creates now.. more..
than sitting sTiLLaLiVe..:)
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This is so lovely and wistful – like waiting for spring to come. And yes, I believe even in the harshest of times, beauty and love both survive. Love the hope that shines. You kicked several of the “concepts” for haibun right over the goal posts of art. Thank you.
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Death is all about us, my ant & an actor friend, both died in the last few days. Your haibun is lovely/sad, & the haiku is killer.
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Thankfully beauty survives broken hearts! Eventually she will realize it again, but it takes time… A fertile spring will bring new birth.
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I can read hope here, even if hidden. I like that.
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Very touching haibun, Victoria. The last line though an implied question, inspired trust that it would be okay!
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Your words have personal resonance for me just now – my first husband, who was part of my life for nearly 30 years, died on Saturday, Thank you, Victoria.
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I am so sorry to read this Viv ~ My deepest condolences ~
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Deepest condolences Viv. Sorry for your loss.
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Gay, you replied on my blog, not Viv’s–Victoria
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