Brian Sambourne Poet Haibun

At the Memorial

Elderly woman uprights toppled potted plants. Small pots of mums, mini rose bush, geraniums tottering (ailing for the water she provides) on white stones beneath encrypted names. She knows none of the souls resting, yet the memorial draws her. There's a peace here that slips quietly from the hum of nearby streets. Sometimes a child's note, wind blown away, needs re-fixing to the wall's base. She strains to match note to name.  The rhythm of small alignments that re-fit a shredded world in a meaningful way. Her restorations that have the energy of giving, like spiritual dignity that erases invisibility.

                              kindness glow prevails
                               devotion honors fallen
                                    elemental force






Haibun composed August 19/21

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Linda Alice Fowler January 8, 2022 at 6:53 AM A moving haibun Brian. A scene of kindness and respect, offering dignity in death. Well done. :) Linda Brian Sambourne January 8, 2022 at 11:24 AM Thanks very much, Linda, for your positive take on my Haibun. It is based on reality, on a determined effort to honor the fallen. Best wishes, Brian

Joanna Daniel August 29, 2021 at 4:19 AM That's great, showing kindness to the unknown souls, amazing haibun, Brian:) Brian Sambourne August 29, 2021 at 6:54 AM Manu thanks, Jo. Very kind of you to read my submission and comment. Best wishes, Brian

Sara Kendrick August 25, 2021 at 3:44 AM Thanks for dropping by my page recently. I have been quite ill with COVID. I think I am on the mend now but still not well. I was able to do a little yesterday but don't think that is going to happen today because the weakness is very bad as of right now. I enjoyed reading this work of yours. When I visit my parents grave, I always leave wondering what happened to some of those who died so young. Sara Sara Kendrick September 18, 2021 at 2:47 AM Brian, One day I will think I am over the illness then the next day I don't feel so well. I know in time I will get well and that I have to take it day by day. My husband isn't as accepting. Sara Brian Sambourne August 25, 2021 at 7:02 AM Dear Sara, we all wish you a full + expeditious recovery. Thank you for your thoughtful comment on my small offering. Take care. Rest + recover. Poetry Soup values your presence. Sincerely, Brian

John Lusardi August 19, 2021 at 11:41 PM Brilliant, “ dignity that erases invisibility “ Those 4 words sealed it for me. Exellent . Brian Sambourne August 20, 2021 at 6:59 AM My appreciation, John, for your thoughtful acknowledgement. Sincerest regards, Brian