I am aged, but still raw, uncooked, unfinished. I steep myself in cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, preparing for winter. But still I fail to render more than a rough uncertain embodiment of what will satiate my continued thirst. For what? With what mural of flavor do I wish to paint the days, the seasons, the years?
I never expected to find the perfect recipe—only to be somewhat clarified. Not cured, but blended into the essences of a Tuscan sunset, infused with the richness of the bouquet of approaching night.
waiting for the moon–
new, it opens the cosmos–
full, it whispers “time”
A haibun for Merril’s dVerse prompt of spices. The grids are from a 100-day project I did in 2015 combining colors and grids. In my final post for the project, I included some quotes from poet Sara C. Harwell. This one seems eerily prescient of what I wrote today.
It looks like a painting by someone I can’t remember. How have I reached the point, is it age?
When the sky resembles a painting more than the sky?
–Sarah C. Harwell, “Cloud Cover”
K. 
Lovely spiced haibun
Much💛love
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Thanks Gilena.
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‘the bouquet of approaching night.’
Phrases don’t come lovelier than that.
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Thanks Jane.
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The grids are enchanting! I love the idea of life marinating us all – making us better than we would have been – more tender, more zest!
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Yes, we could all use more zest! Thanks.
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Jane beat me to it–“the bouquet of approaching night” was my favorite line, too. There’s much to ponder here–aging and dreams–all the colors and scents. And of course, the moon. Lovely, Kerfe.
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Thanks Merril. It’s a good prompt–suggestive and open-ended at the same time.
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Thank you very much!
It’s fun to try a form, but it’s also good to have prompts that are open-ended like this, I think. 🙂
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I love all the themes you so carefully wove together, Kerfe. Your grids are so full of life and color. That first line really spoke to me.
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Thanks Colleen. More and more to ponder every year…
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This is a wonderfully composed haibun. Contemplating life in various stages. “ What mural of flavor do i wish to paint the days” it opens the palette to choices.
The artwork work is a wonderful companion to your poetry.
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Thanks Truedessa. We are always contemplating new flavors in our lives.
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A winning combination: your grid calls to mind a spice rack, and I love your final haiku!
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Thanks Ingrid. The grid made me think of spices too. And you can’t go wrong with the moon.
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I like this extended metaphor with food spices, Kerfe. It works well.
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Thanks Robbie. It was a good prompt.
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Excellent Kerfe — and I really love the haiku… 👍🏼🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thanks Rob.
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I love knowing that even in my 80s, I can be raw, uncooked … still got some growing to do. You chose the perfect spice combo to “steep” in.
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Thanks Helen. We all have the capacity to keep growing,
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Gorgeous writing, K. Loved the haiku!
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Thanks!
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