Hi everyone! We have a guest host for today’s Haibun Monday.
Hello. This is Imelda. I am honored to tend the bar and serve you today.
Credit: Thorn Yang
So, here we are in the last days of November. With Thanksgiving gone, I am now in a waiting mode for the next big celebration, Christmas. In the Christian calendar, this waiting mode began last Sunday and is known as Advent which in essence is a time of expectant waiting and preparation for Christmas, on one hand, and the Second Coming of Christ, on the other.
And that brings us to our prompt today – Waiting.
Waiting is not one of my favorite words. It is, with more reason, not my favorite situation either. Waiting tests character and it is a test I often fail. When placed in a situation where I have to wait, the not so pleasant side of me rears in. It is so hard to internalize John Milton’s words – “They also serve who stand and wait.”
But there is no help for me. We all wait for something, big or small, and whether we like it or not. We wait while we are put oh hold on the telephone, we wait for the train, for a person, for a dream, etc. “I Am Waiting” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti pretty makes a good list of things we wait for –
I am waiting
to get some intimations
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder
For the full text, please visit here.
So for this prompt, put yourself in aiting mode. Think of what you are waiting for. What’s happening? How are you as you wait?
Are you as serene as John Burroughs was in “Waiting” –
SERENE, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
or frustrated and helpless-
Me and all my friends
We’re all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There’s no way we ever could
Now we see everything that’s going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting (waiting)
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting (waiting)
Waiting on the world to change
~ by John Mayer
tenaciously hopeful that what you wait for will one day come –
The friends I had are all gone in Texas
Sometimes you stand alone in Texas
Just when it all goes wrong in Texas
I’m waiting for my lucky day
I watch that sun go down, I keep hanging on, waiting for the wind to change
I watch the sun go down, and I keep hanging on, waiting for my luck day
Waiting for my lucky day, waiting, for my lucky day
~ Chris Isaak
or defiantly taking matters in your own hands?
I’m in the waiting room, I don’t want the news
I cannot use it
I don’t want the news
I won’t live by it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody’s always down
Tell me why?
Because, they can’t get up
Ah, come on and get up
Come on and get up
But I don’t sit idly by
I’m planning a big surprise
I’m gonna fight for what I wanna be
And I won’t make the same mistakes (’cause I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes (and function)
Function is the key
Whatever that may be, please set your thoughts preferably in a traditional haibun (http://www.hsa-haiku.org/EducationalResources/Guidelines-for-Writing-Haibun.pdf) of 1-3 tight prose capped with a traditional 5-7-5 syllable line haiku (https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/haiku-poetic-form). But if you think that dampens your desire to write, and a more flexible haibun is your thing at the moment, feel free to do so. You can check out some modern forms here – https://naturewriting.com/writing-and-enjoying-haibun/ – if you want.
Once you have posted your response, kindly add your page to the list and feel free to visit and read the offerings of our fellow pub patrons. Have fun. Let me close this post with this lovely song from Colin Hays, Waiting for My Life to Begin.
Imelda is a full-time mother of five boys with ages ranging from 2 – 13. With a house full of children, she finds solace in writing, walking in the woods, and taking pictures. She looks forward to evenings, when the house is quiet, for some moments of peace and recollection.
Happy Haibun Monday everyone!!! Thank you to Imelda for being our guest host for this week’s haibun challenge.
My pleasure, Grace.😀
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I love this… and Advent is really a time of waiting… here in Sweden we light one candle for each Sunday until Christmas… but my personal experience with waiting is less good.. I’m not a good waiter.
Thank you Imelda for guest hosting.
That is a lovely advent ritual and tradition Bjorn.
I hate waiting too. Probably the reason why there are mirrors along the hallway.
We have a similar candle tradition here. On Christmas Eve, we replace the purple and rose candles of Advent with white.
I think a lot of us share your sentiments about being a poor waiter. It is hard when things are out of our control.
Hi, Imelda, lovely to see you here, and what a great prompt. I’ve been waiting quite a bit today…
Hi Sarah! Waiting is a great theme. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks for liking the prompt.
I’m sure that all that waiting of yours will translate to a lovely haibun. 😀
Hi all. ::Raising a glass:: Cheers Imelda and thank you for your theme for the day. I like the theme and will be trying haibun for the first time this snowy wintry afternoon.
Yay! Thanks. 😀 I look forward to your response.
correction. i must have written one other as there is a category for it in my list.
Jane Dougherty said:
Hi Imelda! I have five too with eleven years between oldest and youngest. It’s been fun, mostly. I got carried away with a completely different poem for this prompt, not a haibun https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/the-waiting-game/
Now I’ll write a haibun…
That’s awesome, Jane. 😀
I’ll definitely check out this poem. I look forward to the haibun you come up with, too.
Hello Imelda and thanks for hosting. I too have been doing a lot of waiting recently, in fact I seem to have spent a lot of y life waiting for something or other. The trick is not to think of it as waiting but time to think and compose poetry. 🙂
Isn’t that the case? We wait for one thing, and when it’s done, we start waiting for another. I normally try to distract myself while waiting, until the latter itself becomes the distraction that I end up not doing anything productive in the meantime. Sigh!
Charmed Chaos said:
Hi Imelda! What a lovely prompt. It brings with it sweet memories.Thank you for hosting!
Thank you. 😀 I look forward to your response.
Charmed Chaos said:
nice to have you here Imelda and I like this prompt very much. looking forward to reading all the submission, “waiting” to!!
Thanks. And I look forward to read your work, too. 😀
My haibun strays from the prompt, but this subject has been on my mind for several days, so I had to work it out and share it.
That’s perfectly fine. What’s important is you’re able to write and work out whatever is in your mind. 🙂 I’ll gladly read your post. 🙂
Nice to see you hosting Imelda. Thank you for the prompt 🙂
Thanks, Janice. 🙂
rob kistner said:
This was a thought provoking prompt Imelda. This is where my reflection on waiting took me. Waiting is a terrible component of war. Those in the action of f combat, waiting every terrifyingly tense moment after tense moment, praying to remain safe and alive – and hoping they never need to kill someone. Then the soldiers excrutiating wait to go home. And the families, loved ones, and friends painfully waiting, not knowing if there loved one or friend will make it home. War is terribly unsettling waiting, interrupted from time to time, by pure unadulterated hell!
What an intense situation this is to be in. I am in awe of the courage and generosity of our servicemen and women and of their families. I assume from your response that you are one of our soldiers – let me thank you for your service.
DJ Ranch, I just tried to leave a comment at your page and it wouldn’t let me. I said I thought a good title for your haibun would be, “Dare to Wait”.
D. Avery @shiftnshake said:
Hello Imelda and everyone. What a prompt, so many directions it could go. Thank you for a fine pour.
THanks. I enjoyed your haibun. 🙂
Frank J. Tassone said:
Evening, Poets! Welcome, Imelda, and thank you for guest pubtending and the intriguing prompt! I’m back after a refreshing week off blogging! I would love my ususal: a bottle of Bergundy! 😉
Welcome and welcome back to blogging. It is nice to be off once in while, isn’t it?
Well, here’s Carlo Rossi for you. 🤣 A three-liter jug should be enough to dull your tastebuds.
Christine Bolton said:
Thanks for making me think about this one! I enjoyed it!
Welcome. Glad you did. 🙂
V.J. Knutson said:
Imelda – thanks for hosting, and I am amazed at your energy to be here and a mother to five young boys. Seems mothers spend their lives waiting.
We were on a little break at my in-laws for Thanksgiving when I was finally able to come up with a plausible theme. The kids were busy with the kids so I had some time to compose the post.
My greater problem, however, was my difficulty with putting down an idea into a passable essay. I toyed with many ideas before I came up with this theme. One of the main reasons I was able to write this was I simply had to or I would fail on my promise to guest host.
V.J. Knutson said:
Well you are a gracious host. Well done
Frank Hubeny said:
Thanks for hosting, Imelda! We had our first major winter snow yesterday and this morning. It was beautiful.
Welcome, Frank. Did the snow stick?
We had our snow last week but the rains promptly washed it away.
Just Barry said:
Nice to meet you, Imelda. I posted, but now I’m up way too late. I’ll swing by tomorrow evening. 🙂
THanks and nice meeting you, too. I read your post. Wow. It was a thriller.
Hello Imelda! Thank you for hosting! I just posted mine – thanks for waiting! (Heehee, see what I did there 😉😁). I have 4 kids so a shot of something strong yet yummy would be wonderful while I peruse the other submissions.
Welcome. Thanks for joining the party. I have to apologize, too, for taking a longer time reading posts and replying to comments here. I can only devote certain hours at night for reading and commenting. Happily, I am all caught up with the posts. Now, I can respond to comments here. 🙂
No apologies! You’re a mom of five, hard work that never truly ends! Thank you for hosting! ❤️
Thank you for hosting, Imelda! I’m always late to the dVerse parties, and I don’t like to read others’ poems until I’ve written mine, so I’ll have to catch up later today. 🙂
Welcome, Merril. 🙂 It was my pleasure to guest host. Thank you for posting. I read it already and as I said in the comments, your haibun was both sad and hopeful.
I am also late replying to comments here. Sorry for that. I can only focus on reading and commenting at night. But, I think I am all caught up with the posts. Woohoo!
And oops! I read a different Merril’s work. Whew. Sorry.
I didn’t know there was another Merril who posts to dVerse!