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While judging for my Haibun FreeStyle contest continues, I would like to present my 2nd Haibun FreeStyle.

Judging is entering it's final stages, I intend to have results published in the next few days.

Thanks for your patience.

He looked out at those who had gathered before his small stage. Amidst this noisy, crowded market, full of bright cloths, and fragrant foods, they were his audience. They stood, or sat in the dusty market place, surrounded, and at times jostled by merchants, browsers, pack mules, or horse drawn drays. He realised that they did not understand the intricacies of his art, and they could be easily distracted, but they had chosen his stage expecting him to provide them with something. They did not know what that was, not until they saw it. So it was his job to show them; to fulfil those unknown desires. His hungry eyes surveyed them. His thirsty mind trying to guess what it would take to hold them here, in front of his little stage? He needed a way to entertain this audience enough that they would want to drop their precious coins, into his empty purse? He looked down through the top of the stage. His eyes followed the strings from his controlling hands, to the head, arms and legs, of the puppet that would dance his dance, and sing his tune. If his puppet pleased him, and those gathered before it, today would be assured. He drew back the curtain. As the curtain slowly opens and light illuminates the stage the puppet holds his pose until he’s won the audience’s gaze. The message comes down from his Master. He raises his dagger on cue. But the audience don’t gasp, or even mutter as he runs a second puppet through. Instead they turn to depart leaving his Master’s purse empty. Directions come quickly, lacking in art demanding the Puppet dance up a frenzy. So he jumps and twirls, as though he has wings. Until he is caught, in a web of his own strings.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/7/2016 7:11:00 PM
Yes Scott! better to try & fail then never attempt! Love it! jimbo
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Date: 5/28/2016 2:00:00 AM
Hello Scott, hope all's well.' I enjoyed the 'epic' dimension of this that co-existed with the mediocre thread running through, such is all of life.'
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Date: 3/13/2016 11:18:00 AM
Epic, wonderful and outstanding. What a great share!
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Date: 2/25/2016 8:11:00 PM
Goodness, Scott, this took a lot of thought and imagination. And there's an unexpected lesson too. No scissors better ever clip your strings!
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Date: 1/21/2016 12:23:00 AM
Hello Scott ... I'm just discovering haibuns and I must say that I do enjoy reading them and yours are no exception - thanks Scott - Lindsay
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Date: 1/5/2016 4:39:00 PM
This is so good Scott, captivated reading just love it...happy new year to you...
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Date: 1/4/2016 3:25:00 PM
Coming here again to wish you happy new year and say thanks for all your support last year reading my poetry, Scott. Live long and prosper!!
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Date: 1/2/2016 3:21:00 PM
this is great stuff! happy new year, mate
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Date: 12/31/2015 7:17:00 PM
You certainly make one think Scott! Happy New year, Light & Love
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Date: 12/30/2015 6:15:00 PM
Very Creative indeed!!!
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Date: 12/30/2015 7:08:00 AM
- Really clever Scott !!! - (I'm not that good to try new forms :))) - Warm hugs and best wishes for a good and peaceful New Year :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/25/2015 9:50:00 PM
I like this very much Scott, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year May all your days shine and dreams come true. :) Every day should be a day with family and friends. I appreciate everyone. Sorry to all those I have taken for granted. SHAME ON ME. I promise, 2016 will be a new me. Merry Christmas!!! May the true meaning of the holiday season fill your heart and home. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
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Date: 12/20/2015 8:35:00 PM
this is very interesting, Scott. And an unexpected ending! It really is cool how you have done this form using poetry other than haiku. ME LIKES! (thanks for that last contest!!)
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Date: 12/20/2015 2:59:00 PM
This feels as if a tale of old, I love how you have used this new form to tell a classic story, a lesson of life. And thank you for letting us try this new style of haibun...and for my placement! I enjoyed writing for your contest! Thanks again!
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Date: 12/20/2015 2:29:00 PM
I feel a sadness in this one..Very creative work speaking about how life can get one trapped in things that was not a choice but rank, station, happenings, etc..Thanks for the honor of placing in your contest..I appreciate you reading and considering my work..Sara
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Date: 12/19/2015 8:20:00 PM
Love the imagery Scott you really brought this to life with the melding of two forms:-) hugs Jan xx7
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