Haiga, Haiku & Haibun

Haibun

mundBy Poem Talks I mean Haibun, maybe not the real construction, but near enough I think, have fun.

The Fence

fence around the garden keeps the autumn leaves inside and people outside. the fence secures my dog and keep others out curiosities make covert visual contact across the barrier create nevertheless a privacy BUT The other side interesting beyond believe the wall – words: Ashi 2015-2017, Photo: Jens-Christian Kjær 2015

Sixty-five

May the 15’th. Anno Domino 2016. a poemtalk by Jens-Christian Kjær AKA Ashi. – Early, fairly, my eyes fighting for focus soft sounds from Livingroom suggest that the telly is online low gurgle from a coffee pot first cup of coffee is poured after a night’s rest my senses click on one after another the fact that this is just another day enter and yet the fact is that’s not…

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Cassie’s point of view

Cassie’s point of view might not be quit that of mine I know but we sit together on the bench admiring the view over the moor, forest and the city. She sit quit close as long as I scratching her behind her ears – Enough of that she just let go looking back at me saying  – now let’s get going, there’s some sheep down there I have to visit.  …

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Perfect day

Find the right spot occupy a good chair and sit face up let the sun warm you observe the gallery of clouds mixed with sun beams ah, don’t forget the coffee and your notice book right beside you in case some good ideas should come around don’t be upset when a touch of cold breeze fluttered your eyebrows it’s just nature telling you the time although a warm pocket there’s…

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Oak planks in autumn

I was, as part of my job, packing some oak planks yesterday. A very fine quality nice surface and this unique smell of linseed oil. I packed them very gently and with great care. They were going to United Kingdom. The purpose was that they would get there in one, in this case three pieces and in no way harmed. In the end they would arrive at a rectory home…

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A Walk

Okay so I’m now a grass widower. It has nothing to do with grass, just means I’m alone for few days. My wife left home, children, husband and dog for three days replacing it for some Swedish nature. Left the dog, knowing what I know it could surprised, well the damage is done and I’m stuck with the dog. That means providing the food and go a few walks, etc.…

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Down Under

One of my ancestors named Søren Nielsen, and this is on my father’s side. It is my great-great-grandfather who had two sons, one called Lars and one called Søren. Lars had a daughter, my grandmother on my father’s side. Søren had the courage to take the long road down under. He came to Brisbane on the good ship “Quetta” the 5.th. of February 1890 as a ‘Continental Remittance Immigrant’. The…

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Old railway track

A butterfly’s wing mingle with irrigation rhythmic throb and fresh breath another world of travelers passes by slowly Last day of June, anno 2009 – I must admit the day could not be better, not because of date, month, but because of the weather. After being transported to Grindsted at the lake Tronsø by my daughter where the Grindsted – Funder railway begins, and the trip home. A quick look…

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