March Madness – A Haibun

March Madness – A Haibun

It is March and high season in Southwest Florida. The temperatures are in the low 80s, the sun is getting hot and the beaches are packed. We are invaded on a daily basis by thousands of visitors from the northern US and Canada who are tired of digging themselves out of snowdrifts and would prefer to wear a swimsuit rather than a sweater.

We share our seaside home with tourists from just about everywhere, including overseas.  Every parking lot will be full.  You will have to wait over an hour at a restaurant without a reservation. The roads are busy and no one knows where they are going.  Oh yes, did I mention Spring Break!

We refrain from swearing and remember it will soon be May and all the snowbirds would have flown.  At least until October and then they start to come back again!

March madness is here
The return of the snowbirds
Time to hibernate
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Merrill is hosting Haibun Monday at DVerse tonight
She prompted us with March Madness.



From far away
he had traveled
back to the place
from whence he came
His life since unraveled
Retribution necessary
for a devastating wrong
He had suffered greatly
many moons ago
Now he must be strong
Here to face his adversaries
and reclaim what is his alone
His birthright and 
the crown of the land
Now he will retake his throne

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt



Fragile like a bomb
Delicate as a flower
the difference
Is the key to power 
Trial and error
A mantra to adopt
A day of reckoning
will surely come
and never be stopped
Devotion to the cause
Freedom from the enemy
Stand and fight
for your rights
Enough of inequity
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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V. J's Weekly Challenge - Story





Song Lyric Sunday – Leader Of The Band

Today the prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams, our host, is ‘Occupation’

I have chosen Leader Of The Band by Dan Fogelberg. This is a favorite of mine. Written in 1981, it is a beautiful story paying homage to his father, Lawrence, who indeed as a musician was a leader of his own band. Lawrence, was still alive when the song was written but died the following year.

It has a beautiful poetic quality to it and Dan Fogelberg had such a pure tone to his voice. This is a timeless song. Sadly he died in 2013

I hope you enjoy it.

Leader Of The Band

An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son,
His hands were meant for different work and his heart was known to none.
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay.

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate,
He tried to be a soldier once but his music wouldn't wait.
He earned his love through discipline, a thund'ring, velvet hand.
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul.
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call.
One went to Chicago and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado, when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chosen, come to know so well.

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And, Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough.

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul.
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band.

Written by Dan Fogelberg - 1981



Time had come
to face the past
Having left long ago
to follow a dream
this return, the last
Running away
gave her life breath
The needed space
to exist in freedom
Or die a slow death
The gates of hell
Her captor in darkness
Controlling the mind
Robbing thoughts
Living in starkness
Escaping the torture
Where her mind resisted
Beyond the morbid prison
Of her own invention
Learning love existed
The triumphant return
A celebration of the soul
Liberated from captivity
Living now free, having crawled
from the black hole
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Looking radiant in her white
She walks on her chosen route
Music fills the air
there are flowers in her hair
and she bites the forbidden fruit
Promises made to appease
and surely will be broken
The dance of life begins
Together they journey and
words will remain unspoken
Marching now to the beat
of another drum
In and out of time
not always in rhyme
A life will become undone
Two parts do not make a whole
Jagged pieces that jig and saw
Trying to fit
and never quit
Words caught in the craw
Up is now her down
In will always be his out
He says, she says
My way or the highway
What was it all about?
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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