Friday 17 April 2015

A Kikobun*


Blazing summer with fire rain is knocking at the door in our part of the world. Sweltering heat will sap our soul. How would the words flow? Ah…we wait for you dearest Jasmine Nights…

 

Blooms of perfume made

Sing their song in fragrant words

Drooping souls listen

 

*Kikobun is a literary form similar in format to haibun 


Posted for Carpe Diem Time Machine #8,Perfume

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

37 comments:

  1. THIS is one of the best pieces of writing you have done. I read it three times and each time it is effective. You really got the feel of the heat across - I lived in Bahrain and Saudi Arabia a decade and have an idea what you mean. I like the kikkobun very much as a writing form - but really, here it fits so nicely. The trade-off between prose and haiku is great - ''Jasmine Nights'' the 'tense' wait, and beautiful expression. Made my morning!

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  2. a beautiful songs for the trodden souls...............

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  3. I visualised your haiku! Heavenly ambiance!! :)

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  4. Oh I love the thought of jasmine nights. Such a blessing when we live in perfume, jasmine does not thrive too well here, but we have a shrub called mock-orange with a very similar smell...

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  5. the scent of jasmine in a hot night can be intoxicating... can feel the heat in this...

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  6. Your words invoke the image of a lazy summer afternoon. The few words do convey a multitude of experiences. Beautiful. :)

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  7. these words paint such a lovely picture. full of hope.

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  8. Wonderful kikobun Sumana! Yes, let it be a sweltering heat outside! One just have to take it momentarily!

    Hank

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  9. Jasmine nights and drooping souls..we can only hope they are raised in a fine toast...magical!

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  10. Oh yes.. everything for me boils down to the fragrance of jasmine!! Agree!

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  11. How delightfully refreshing the thought of jasmine nights. Isn't it the way that in oppressive weather we visualize that which would please us the most. Beautifully written Sumana.

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  12. Absolutely brilliant..! :D
    Loved it!
    xoxo

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  13. Scent as a benison for the drooping moves me. I could use some right now!

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  14. It reminds me that the problem with hot humid season is everything smells kinda sour and damp. A light jasmine perfume in the air would certainly help. :)

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  15. Beautifully well crafted, Sumana. I like the metaphor of blooms singing their song! Oh yes, and the idea that everyone would 'listen' to them as well......as they wait for those jasmine nights.

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  16. The sweetness of their song, like the freshness of their scent, is cool solace for 'drooping souls', exhausted from fiery heat.

    I so enjoyed this, Sumana; what beautiful metaphors!

    Poppy

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  17. Scented nights filled my thoughts, as I read your poem... I feel the yearning.

    Also, I love form.

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  18. "Jasmine nights." Was that term inspired by Princess Jasmine of Aladdin which happens to look like it takes place in India or? either way, I loved your piece, made me think about cultural celebrations at multicultural events! great read!

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  19. this is really absolutely a beautiful piece of writing, i am familiar with haibun, will have to do some reading up on kikobun, thanks for sharing this form

    happy you stopped by my blog

    much love...

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  20. This is very beautiful. I love the sound of Jasmine nights.....and really like "drooping souls listen". I can feel the torpor in such heat. Our summers are like that in this valley - too hot to endure.

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  21. I feel Jasmine Nights - blessing! x

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  22. This radiated heat and longing for sweet, fragrant, cooler nights. The form is perfect for the expressed thoughts.

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  23. "Sing their song in fragrant words"---this is beautifully worded!

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  24. Sumana,

    A beautiful style of poetry and with a topic which reminded me of wonderful summer evenings abroad. The warmth and the scent of fruits and blooms...

    Eileen

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  25. A lovely form, and your description of hot summer is filled with sensory details.

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  26. My favorite scent is jasmine. But I don't envy those hot nights. Lovely writing Sumana. I hope your world cools off a bit.

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  27. Those sweats from the heat can turn into a perfume. Lovely words, Sumana

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  28. I love the thought of drooping souls and jasmine nights.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  29. Very evocative; fills me with longing.

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  30. Very beautifully written...
    Few words... Grand meaning!

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  31. Nice - really like this style of poetry!

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  32. this is wonderful, Sumana! I live in the desert in Arizona, US and we face the searing heat of summer without the relief of Jasmine nights. especially love your phrase "fire rain" ~ a beautiful Kikobun!

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  33. Sumana what a nicely written Kikobun ....

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