Author: FTPPTF
Image: An Eerie feel (here)
behind him darting across chasms of emptiness, playing
tricks with his imagination. They were even accompanied
with sounds. Why were there rustling leaves?
Trudging in the evening sun all alone through tall trees
Trudging in the evening sun all alone through tall trees
of stony silence. Fear he had to endure for his house
was at the far end. Why must he walk alone?
He had to brave the quiet path idyllic in its structure. He
He had to brave the quiet path idyllic in its structure. He
kept asking why he was subjected to all this. No choice
was extended to him. What did he do wrong?
Imagination
lone hearts cower in fear shows
measure of conscience
Frank's at d'Verse with Haibun Monday
to include, the word, fear
This haibun sounds like a punishment for something gone wrong ... well done, Mr. Hank!
ReplyDeleteFears tormented by a bad conscience are all the more piercing. Brilliant haibun.
ReplyDeletepax,
dora
I can feel the panic rising... and all you have to focus on is not to run... just never run.
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