The beauty and the misery of grey – Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Haibun Monday, over at d’Verse says, “Today I would like you to consider grey as a subject for your haibun”. This is my first haibun, a mix of prose and haiku. I went where gray led.***Gray is the disembodied peal of buoy-bells, of foghorns. Gray is the rock face drummed by the relentless pewter sea. Gray laps at the shore of dream state. Gray is the wrung colors from your heart. Gray is the color of communion, the color of oneness. Gray says ‘let go’, that you may go forth with your brush and your palette. Gray is the soft murmuring of a secret door, an opaque window, a mirrored portal.ancient breaths of grayinspire wonder plumed pondersfogwebs cling and clutch***
Thanks. When I started thinking about the prompt sound hit me before color, or as color I should say. And I hear those sounds, so clear on a foggy day. Thanks for coming by.
I like this description of gray: “Gray laps at the shore of dream state.” I keep hearing of colorful lucid dreams, but mine are generally gray or I remember them as such.
Wow, thank you. I quite enjoyed playing with gray for this. I threw in a palette and a brush too; step through the portal and paint with any color you wish.
I so loved the different faces and characteristics you gave grey, i always thought it so one dimensional, but reading your haibun creates a lot of new feelings about grey
I wasn’t aware of haibun, so you enlarged my world with your poetic prose and beautiful poetry. Your use of imagery is wonderful, and creates a richness to the grey, giving it power that we often reserve for colours with more depth. Thank you for giving me something to both wonder and ponder today – a perfect combination.
Norah! (Did you ever notice under the SMAG badge over there the F.O.N. ? It stands for Friend Of Norah)
Anyway, I hadn’t heard of haibun either, until I started doing this WWW thing and seeing it in different prompts. This is the first time I gave the form a go. The haiku part pushed my {poetic} licensure but that’s what flew out today and I let it bee.
That’s so cute, D. Thank you. I’d noticed both the badge and the F.O.N. but wasn’t sure what the F.O.N. meant. I like it. I am very honoured to be your friend, and that you would add the SMAG badge to your blog.
We learn lots when we get tangled up in the WWW web, don’t we? I love it!
Thank you! I am glad you liked fogweb. I was struggling, trying to make a nice haiku, then this one came and pushed the other work to the side. I have been intimidated by the form, but gray spoke to me. I will most likely try haibun another day.
I like “disembodied peal of buoy-bells, of foghorns,” and “Gray laps at the shore of dream state.”
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Thanks. When I started thinking about the prompt sound hit me before color, or as color I should say. And I hear those sounds, so clear on a foggy day. Thanks for coming by.
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I like this description of gray: “Gray laps at the shore of dream state.” I keep hearing of colorful lucid dreams, but mine are generally gray or I remember them as such.
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For me that is more about the edge of dreaming rather than the color of dreaming. The color of ‘I don’t want to wake up’. Thanks for coming by.
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The “wrung colors of your heart” is such a beautiful image. This whole haibun is actually, despite my usual aversion to gray.
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Wow, thank you. I quite enjoyed playing with gray for this. I threw in a palette and a brush too; step through the portal and paint with any color you wish.
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I so loved the different faces and characteristics you gave grey, i always thought it so one dimensional, but reading your haibun creates a lot of new feelings about grey
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I am so happy to have brought more color to gray for you. Thank you for coming by.
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my pleasure. it was very interesting to read
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I wasn’t aware of haibun, so you enlarged my world with your poetic prose and beautiful poetry. Your use of imagery is wonderful, and creates a richness to the grey, giving it power that we often reserve for colours with more depth. Thank you for giving me something to both wonder and ponder today – a perfect combination.
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Norah! (Did you ever notice under the SMAG badge over there the F.O.N. ? It stands for Friend Of Norah)
Anyway, I hadn’t heard of haibun either, until I started doing this WWW thing and seeing it in different prompts. This is the first time I gave the form a go. The haiku part pushed my {poetic} licensure but that’s what flew out today and I let it bee.
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That’s so cute, D. Thank you. I’d noticed both the badge and the F.O.N. but wasn’t sure what the F.O.N. meant. I like it. I am very honoured to be your friend, and that you would add the SMAG badge to your blog.
We learn lots when we get tangled up in the WWW web, don’t we? I love it!
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I enjoyed your meditations on grey…broadens my sense of it.
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Thanks. This was a fun prompt that took people in so many directions. A broadening color indeed.
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Peal and pewter…i’m on an island somewhere..said so much with few words..significant for me though…Magic..
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Thank you for your encouraging comment.
and… We’re all on an island sometimes. All grayed in.
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Gray laps at the shore of dream state….Fogwebs! …Perfect! Hope this is not the last haibun for you.
I’m following.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked fogweb. I was struggling, trying to make a nice haiku, then this one came and pushed the other work to the side. I have been intimidated by the form, but gray spoke to me. I will most likely try haibun another day.
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I see all the possibilities in grey… the muted fog, a canvas to bring out your colors. I think that the sea is so important for us to appreciate grey.
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Hi, thanks for the fine prompt. I enjoyed reading all the other responses. What a dVerse crowd!
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The haiku reminded me of the cobwebs in the corners of my home… the ones out of reach that only can be seen if you really look…
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Don’t look. See what they grow into.
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filaments of dust written in a dead language…
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OK I hit the reply too early… I’m keeping that line and may incorporate it into a longer verse. 🙂
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I used the line here:
The Rescue?
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