“Night of the Crescent Moon” by Zana Brown
March Madness
It’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache. When one is cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey. It’s the season when moon pares to silver arc. A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s warm-spilled gold.
murder huddles high
in pine, dreams of shiny things
whippoorwill echoes
Frank is today’s host at dVerse’ Haibun Monday. Frank says:
write a haibun about March Madness.
Tao-Talk 
I like the thought of the sense of waiting for something while still moving at a crazy speed.
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Thanks so much, Bjorn.
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“A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s warm-spilled gold.”
If this line doesn’t evoke the essence of March madness, I don’t know what does! Beautifully done, Li!
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Thanks, Frank. I tried to go more “poetic” rather than my usual narrative. Thanks for a great prompt.
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nices images in there. Bravo
much♡love
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Thanks, Gillena <3
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Totally relate to that first sentence!
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My body craves Vitamin D. Bring it on!
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Gorgeous image. It has me excited for spring.
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Gia, that image was a lucky find. I love it!
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Your crisp style in the prose was so nicely done, short sharp sentences building up and a longer one flowing to finish, resulted in a rhythm to the piece I really enjoyed, and noticed. Like very much the way you used this in the descriptive prose. Lovely haibun, fine haiku, great read.
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Ain, you give the best comments. :::blushing:::
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Ooh what a haiku!
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:)
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Oh, I really like this one, Lisa. So well written. Sling a lasso at the moon is a wonderful image.
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:) Thanks much, Dwight. Glad you like that image.
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You are welcome, my friend!
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Haibunilicious
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Thanks, Ron.
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I love that first sentence:
It’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache.
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Nolcha, it’s the hurting season. Vitamin D deprivation is torture!
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Beautifully written haibun Lisa and I love… A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s warm-spilled gold.
The haiku is awesome too.
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<3 Thank You, Di.
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I think we are all dreaming of shiny things…(K)
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Beautifully written ! May I ask if the picture is your painting?
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Thank you on the poem. The title of the painting and the artist are below the image, with a link to the artist’s website.
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Concise, nicely formed, and beautifully written, Lisa. You’ve captured the season so well. I love the idea of being ‘cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey’ and the ‘faded memory of summer’s warm-spilled gold’.
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Thanks much, Kim.
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You’re most welcome, Lisa.
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Oh wow! Such a beautiful haibun Li.
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Sadje, thank you <3
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You’re very welcome
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A most entertaining poem, LIsa.
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Thanks much, Robbie :)
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What an impressive poem! The imagery is sharp and vivid – March as a season of physical discomfort and longing memories of summer. The metaphor of the moon withdrawing while hope is flung toward it with a “faded lasso” is particularly powerful – a beautifully melancholic image.
And the haiku is a little masterpiece in itself: the dark, lurking presence of “murder” hidden in the pines contrasts with the yearning for shiny things – while the whippoorwill’s call echoes into the night. A brilliant balance of nature, symbolism, and emotion.
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Thank you so much for your detailed feedback. The murder is a group of crows, but they definitely can be considered lurking.
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Lisa, I love how your haibun captures March’s rawness and hope. The haiku’s imagery is striking and vivid.
Much love,
David
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David thanks glad you like the spirit of the poem.
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Amazing! 👏👏👏
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:) Thanks, Jay!
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I wanted to pick out a line or two that I particularly love, but this is just so gorgeous! I’d have to quote the entire haibun. Beautifully done, Li.
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Many thanks, Cris!
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“It’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache. When one is cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey”
That is just awesome! Love how the words flow into one another.
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Thanks much, Max.
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I always thought of March Madness as having to do with the basket ball playoffs… not anything that I am interested in though. So I’ll go with the ‘March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” :)
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Jules, I learned from one of the other poets that March is a month to honor the god, Mars. It says so much about the mayhem (aka sports term.) We haven’t seen too much lion here yet, and no, I’m not disappointed ;)
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Most of the months are named for the Gods… except for July – Julius Ceasar and August – for Augustic (Ceasar?) – they wanted their months in the good weather which is why Sept =septus/seven – isn’t the 7th month, or Oct= Octo/eight the 8th, or Nov= novina(?) 9, 11 or December- Dece=Ten, the tenth month anymore…
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Jules, why doesn’t that surprise me.
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“A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s warm-spilled gold.”
Gorgeous imagery, Lisa!
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Sara, happy you like it.
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Beautiful haibun, Lisa!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks very much, Yvette. Blessings that the sun is shining today.
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Oooo… that turn of phrase is so good….
“A time when one slings mad hope ….. “
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Thanks much.
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