Journey Haibun Poems

So no matter how down and alone you are feeling right now, know that it will pass. Each of us will walk through the depths...

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Embryonic oaks lie upon the grass, their browns a gift to my eyes. I stare at the acorns for a while, letting this moment of...

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We are all the sum of our experiences up to this point. That doesn't mean we're destined to follow the same path into our future....

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Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written...

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It was my first journey by train all alone. When dropped at the station by my cousin, I saw a huge crowd waiting at the...

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I walk through the wooded area near my home where a monarch butterfly greets me. I watch it as it swims into the air, letting...

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In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am...

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I rose early, quietly slipping into my walking clothes. I gently opened my front door and headed towards the nearby walking trails. As I walked...

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Yellowstone in winter. Canyon Falls, Rutherford Park, Old Faithful. Of all the places we had ever visited, this was his favorite. Josh even named one...

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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and...

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After a long walk on the unknown road I stand awhile to look ahead, 
see the dusk silently descend in the horizon with twilight gleam,...

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*Image of Eyeglasses & Book by Pixabay.

the armitage

a decent soul blest a grant of images, illustrates beginnings reflecting throughout, occasions from the first expended journey...

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In a time dissolved stillness continuum, awareness self-aware, floating agendalessly in the void of no-thingness, vibrationally beheld the boundaryless, soft white, self-existent living light of...

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 Ancestry is golden like a spiders web, a thread of cloth from the past.
 It has been there before you like a summer sun,...

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'Finally, another moving box unpacked', she thought to herself, while leaning towards the rest of the boxes, rising 4 pillars of 5 cardboard boxes each...

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