Haibuns are a very confusing type of writing. The definition that is given on the link is vague and round about providing no clear meaning of what a Haibun actually is or what it entails. However, after much dissection of the definition and looking at actual Haibuns, the format, at least, becomes clear. A paragraph or two, maybe three no longer than a few sentences and at least one Haiku included within. The hard part is what they're about. Of the four examples three are about the death of something or someone and the fourth is about a GPS. Sometimes the Haiku seems to be separate from the rest, like in Joe; "...but I never fought in./ Cold black granite walls/The Vietnam Memorial/ I touch Joe's name". As opposed to Elevator Music; "She passed quietly a few hours later/ departing here/ arriving there/ elevator music".
My Haibun:
The empty spot at the kitchen table calls for slight concern at the number of recognizable cars sitting in the driveway.
A hollowness filling the room, a funeral home now. Sorrow, regret, sympathy and empathy hanging like the black cloth covering everyone that walks in. Confusion from the young children, not even out of elementary school, too young to remember the last time this happened. Politeness is lost on them as they still try to grasp the concept of death. An open casket brings the tears, yet still, the hope that maybe it's just a game that adults play. A room so full of people, yet everyone is alone. The church bells ring, the black flags placed where everyone on the road can see, making a time that's so personal, so public. Up the hill to the flat expanse of green and stone. Flowers litter the ground and a new plot has been dug up just for today. A preface for what is to come.
The breeze comes slow
and it is time to let go
of the balloons
1/10 Speaker=*****
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