Some days I get out of bed and all the night’s rest must have organized something because things appear obvious at least the things that I am aware of. There is much that I am not aware of and that by default isn’t clear because I am not even aware of it.
That lack of clarity is also a good thing. It gives me reason to go to sleep again tonight, trust the muse to do whatever she wants, so I can awaken with a new present, painful or not. And if there should be pain, I will be searching through whatever opportunity sorrow provides to find joy.
EVENING TAKES MY HAND
LINGERS AS THE DAY GROWS LONG
THERE’S THE MORNING SUN
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of “lingering day”.
Photos: “Evening Pavement”, above, and “Sunset over Green Bay”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Sleep and night is such a perfect gift… we need to keep it sacred.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Evening takes my hand…what a wonderful idea. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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I love the pic of the bricks and shadows. Yeppers, day and night need to be kept separate and sacred. But oh, that last bit of twilight.
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The last twilight is beautiful. Thank you, Toni!
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I like how you compare our sleeping and rising to the cycle of a day and how during the gift of sleep things sort themselves out, we awake with clarity, and then the day seems to muddle things again.
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I hope that sorting of things continues. Thank you for the prompt, Victoria!
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I love the haiku, Frank, especially ‘evening takes my hand’!
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Evening sometimes seems like a person wanting to go on a walk and review of day. Thank you, Kim!
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Something guides you through the night. It’s a lovely idea.
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Whatever it is I hope it doesn’t leave. Thank you, Jane!
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You’re lucky to have it 🙂
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Evening takes my hand. I love this!
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Thank you, Ayala!
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:Evening takes my hand” – I love that phrase!
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I am glad you liked that phrase. Thank you, Jo!
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Whatever opportunity sorrow provides to find joy….yes, yes!! I love this. Oh, to always be aware of this, if nothing else. Wonderful, all of it!
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Hopefully we can find joy through sorrow. I am glad you liked this. Thank you, Mary!
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Beautiful haibun. A new day- a new present; happy or sad. Love the haiku esp the first line😊
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Thank you, Vivian! I wasn’t sure what to write. That just seemed to happen.
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🙂
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Admiring your attitude towards life, you just roll with the punches, through good and bad times ~ Your sleep is also a gift, restful so that your muse is also refreshed ~
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Sleep is a gift and when gifts are bestowed. Thank you, Grace!
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the haiku complements the prose so well, Frank. beautiful
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Thank you!
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Your intuition and muse must have interesting conversations. True the lingering can be disconcerting at times.
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We can only trust and hope that it is all for the best. Thank you, Kathy!
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Our days don’t just end with sleep, we adventure in our slumber until we wake with the morning sun.
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Sleep isn’t an end of the day, as you mention, just a transition. Thank you!
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Your haiku seems to seal the peaceful reflective feeling of this. I enjoyed this line: “ There is much that I am not aware of and that by default isn’t clear because I am not even aware of it.”
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It occurs to me that although I try to be aware, I miss most everything. Thank you, Janice!
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I like how in your haiku there is a suspended scale; it’s as if you can see the morning sun even while the evening takes you to the opposite direction — and it’s playful and hopeful.
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Morning comes shortly after dusk. Thank you, Amaya!
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I’ve had that same feeling, that overnight, thoughts get straightened out, sometimes leaving me with a bit of poetry. Lovely ideas, and photo.
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That is a wonderful thing about the night. Thank you, Merril!
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ReaSoN ArT
BaKeS
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oF aWaReNeSS..:)
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I like the idea of the dusk of awareness. Thank you, Fred!
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That’s wHeRe
i SWHiM..:)
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Very nice Frank, there’s a touch of Donald Rumsfeld’s ‘known unknowns’ in the first paragraph that made me smile. But what a mystery it is that while we sleep something works away – the muse? our subconscious? and the new day brings resolution – or as you say a new present.
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I hadn’t thought of Rumsfeld, but that is an interesting interpretation. I like to call that unknown agent a “muse” or an “imaginary friend” because people generally don’t believe they exist. Perhaps I don’t either. It’s affirming the unknown as powerful and that morning clarity comes from somewhere. Thank you, Peter!
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“searching through whatever opportunity sorrow provides to find joy” this is so true and not everyone understands it – I am sure I don’t react accordingly and wallow in grief too long or give in – but I do believe the meaning of this and often time and space can help us see the reason for times that are sad or rough.
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I do as well and maybe feeling grief is also valuable in some way. Thank you, Margaret!
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Everything is such a perfect gift in the end …beautifully said!
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It is. Thank you, Pragalbha!
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You are very welcome.
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Yes. Sleep allows the brain to work through all if those issues our conscious self interferes with.
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It amazes me how powerful sleep is. Thank you, Sascha!
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I like the hope i feel from reading this. Nicely done Frank.
Pat
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I’m glad it offered hope. Thank you!
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