A friend’s betrayal. The first crack in the heart. A child’s heart. Swallowing a sob, a gurgle hard against the throat. A nudiustertian heartbeat ago. The storm settles.
That friendship went the way of trains into the sunset, trains with Hercules propellers in a steampunk show, and a suddenly shrunken figure, lean with knowing, stiffening its back against the world.
The heart armored, now slow to trust, still easily betrayed, always anticipates the moment of departure, inexorable in its movement like the ticking of a clock, yet attuned to distant trumpets ushering in the dawn.
Frost-browned blooms
Knew caskets of ice
Await life.
Cee's FOTD, Di's #TTC ("knew,lean,show")
Linda's #JusJoJan ("gurgle"), Sadje's #WWDYS
Melanie's #WOTD ("nudiustertian"), dVerse Haibun
Michelle's Jan. 5th prompt: "Hercules propellers"
Train tracks image credit; Rodrigo Curi @ Unsplash
This Jolly Beggar 
You’ve used all the prompts so well! Thanks for joining in.
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Many thanks, Sadje.🙏🏾 It was a writing adventure 😀
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Very well done
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I guess you had an ice storm. 😀
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Yep!
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I lost a friendship the past year and do understand that frigid feeling of betrayal it brings. No fun! But life goes on and there is still life! Wonderful haibun!💖
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Thank you, Tricia. 💝
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I love the way you describe the friendship lost as a train leaving… wonderful
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Thank you so much, Bjorn.
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A beautiful Haibun Dora. One never forgets that first heartbreak or that first betrayal! Love the photo and the Haiku!
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You’re too kind, Dwight. I’m not sure the haibun comes very naturally to me but I try!
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You did a fine job!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Wonderful haibun!
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Sweet of you, Punam, thanks! 😀
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You are welcome. 😊
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