Line Gauthier Poet Haibun

Notes About The Poem

Guiding

It’s hard to imagine a distant time when man was self-sufficient, needing to go hunt for his family’s food. Him against nature. Alone and on a mission. Up north, an inukshuk pointed the way to a good fishing spot or where meat was cached. Its longest arm pointing to the closest village. 

                                                                      solitary~
                                                                      voice of predecessors
                                                                      ringing clear



Published in my photo/haibun anthologies ~PRIMITIVE~ 2019 and ~ANCESTRAL VOICES~ 2019

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Caren Krutsinger July 30, 2019 at 5:36 AM " inukshuk" - I am remembering this word in the recesses of my mind. Your poem has inspired me to look this up, Line. Line Gauthier July 30, 2019 at 8:57 AM Lovely word, lovely history. Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Caren.

Jeanne Mcgee July 29, 2019 at 11:06 PM So glad we don't have to do this any more...but I remember hunting with my dad...I preferred fishing...still do. Love the haiku words at the end. Very nice Haibun. Line Gauthier July 30, 2019 at 8:56 AM Thank you, Jeanne. Much appreciated.

Mystic Rose Rose July 29, 2019 at 8:55 PM Back then we did proud with our family , wish it was still that way at times.xo Line Gauthier July 29, 2019 at 9:09 PM I hear you. It was a hard life and people supported each other to survive.