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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

Date: 1/8/2022 6:53:00 AM

A moving haibun Brian. A scene of kindness and respect, offering dignity in death. Well done. :) Linda

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/8/2022 11:24:00 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

Date: 8/29/2021 4:19:00 AM

That's great, showing kindness to the unknown souls, amazing haibun, Brian:)

Brian Sambourne
Date: 8/29/2021 6:54:00 AM

Manu thanks, Jo. Very kind of you to read my submission and comment. Best wishes, Brian

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/25/2021 3:44:00 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
Date: 9/18/2021 2:47:00 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
Date: 8/25/2021 7:02:00 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