Spring Buds

words reawaken

nights and its beasts within

dormant lies the soul

You reminded me, Toni. I need to find that teacher and prove a point to her. I dabbled with fiction in school, which was termed frivolous and largely ignored. I don’t remember a single pat for my ability to spin yarns. The college magazine brought out the poet in me, and once again, my contributions were looked at with suspicion.

“Have you done it, or is it plagiarised?” No accolades…..

A prize won in an international essay competition earned me some respect for my skills. I remained a contributor to house magazines and poetry reading sessions thereafter. Blogging platforms, the online education in various formats and the prompts happened late in life. I find poetry publishers still hard to come by.

late bloomers galore

tiny spring buds await

appreciation

16 thoughts on “Spring Buds

  1. I love your haiku and your story of what you went through as a writer. Sometimes, people don’t seem to realize that their negativity has a huge impact on a burgeoning writer and I wish they would be more aware of what they are saying.

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  2. I love the metaphor of “tiny spring buds” and children, who are so susceptible to lack of encouragement by some teachers. Fortunately, those are outnumbered by caring and encouraging dedicated teachers who are such an influence on our lives. Your haiku is wise and beautiful!

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  3. It is sad when others are suspect of your writing. A backwards compliment for sure!! I am glad the seeds of inspiration grew in spite of the lack of affirmation.
    Dwight

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  4. Isn’t it terrible the things people do to our souls? I am so glad you perservered. This is a lovely haibun letting us know your struggles. The haiku at the end though is glorious.

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