You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
White crystal bones, strewn on the surface of the land. A million bones to sift through to reconstruct a framework of reference. Cold, inert, matters to be melted, moved, covered, walked on by all manner of living beings. Piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places. Crumbles and patterns, geometric shapes cut by mechanical means.
Wooden capillaries stretch across grey skies. Sometimes still, many times bounce and sway; sometimes slightly, sometimes largely, stiffly trying not to break. Perches for birds, feather light, who pose them no threat.
Sometimes they meet. When soft flakes rest along twigs and crooks. When gusts snap branches and trunks fall.
I see, now, that they’re waiting to disappear in Spring’s green fleshening
Frank Tassone is today’s host of dVerse’ Haibun Monday, and the dVerse’ first prompt of 2026. Frank says:
How about you? What moments of revelation or insight have you experienced? What enlightenment has an epiphany brought you? Now is your opportunity to bear witness to it! Write a haibun in which you allude to Epiphany, however you understand it.
Dwight, thank you. I have to give credit to Clarissa Pinkola-Estes for the idea of using bones. I’m re-reading women who run with the wolves. She talks the bones in the desert but the idea of bones in winter being snow came to me, which started the poem.
I love that song and have that album and have listened to it many times. Their harmonies cannot be beat.
I know those bones of winter, Lisa, and I love your evocation of the cold, with the ‘piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places’, a perfect description of the snow we are currently experiencing her in North Norfolk. And oh, those wooden capillaries stretching across grey skies! Your prose is vivid and cinematic, and I love the blossoming of the haiku!
So beautiful, your words feel like a painting, abstracted in all the shapes and then the feeling of the cold harshness of winter to the gentle change to spring. I agree very evocative.
Love the rhythm and flow of the prose, Li, and the haiku rocks it all together. Congrats and THANKS
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Ron. Thank you for reading and your kind words.
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Happy New Year
🎇much love
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Happy New Year, Gillena!
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Ah, the cycle of life is so exquisite and evocative. Happy New Year!
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Dennis, thank you very much, yes it is. Happy New Year!
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I love your creative imagination, Lisa. Great choice of song!
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Dwight, thank you. I have to give credit to Clarissa Pinkola-Estes for the idea of using bones. I’m re-reading women who run with the wolves. She talks the bones in the desert but the idea of bones in winter being snow came to me, which started the poem.
I love that song and have that album and have listened to it many times. Their harmonies cannot be beat.
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That is such a great metaphor!
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p.s. the idea of fleshing out bones also comes from her
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:>)
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I love the ‘urban’/stark imagery in your prose and the relief of ‘natural’ elements in your haiku – Jae
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Jae, thank you so much for your feedback. Much appreciated.
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Wow! Such vivid prose, punctuated by a perfect, haiku thrust! Great write, Li!
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Frank, thank you, your prompt got me started. Of course I had to find an epiphany from nature.
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The rhythm coupled with the repetition in sound creates a great atmosphere. (K)
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Glad you liked it, Kerfe. Thank you for the feedback. Thank goodness snow is white, or winter would be grim here.
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Yes. What’s left here is grey and dingy.
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Vividly evocative! And a perfect epiphany, renewing annually.
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Thanks and exactly. Who says epiphanies can’t be recycled ;)
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A very evocative Haibun Li.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome my friend
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I know those bones of winter, Lisa, and I love your evocation of the cold, with the ‘piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places’, a perfect description of the snow we are currently experiencing her in North Norfolk. And oh, those wooden capillaries stretching across grey skies! Your prose is vivid and cinematic, and I love the blossoming of the haiku!
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Kim, I love what you see in the poem. Thank you <3
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I love this. I find so much amazing beauty in snow and ice- it makes my heart glad to read a poem by someone else who sees it too.
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Thanks so much, V. I do love snow and ice.
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Wonderfully descriptive!
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Thanks Steve :)
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I love the subtlety of this beautiful prose, Lisa. We are lost in your descriptions and then the haiku comes in and brings it home.
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Dale, your kind comment is much appreciated <3
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💞
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Great haibun, Lisa! I love the idea of the branches hiding under their leaves.
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
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Sneaky little buggers ;) Thanks, Yvette.
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My goodness…I really, really relate to this. Great title, and great writing. You really hit, but is cathartic.
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Ain, it pleases me to hear it had that effect on you <3
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So beautiful, your words feel like a painting, abstracted in all the shapes and then the feeling of the cold harshness of winter to the gentle change to spring. I agree very evocative.
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Happy you enjoyed the poem, Di. Thanks!
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wonderful haibun Li 💜💜💖💖
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