The Taste

This type of poem is known as a haibun, and combines prose with haiku. It is offered in response to the September 20th prompt at Big Tent Poetry.

The Taste

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It was an embrace I’d wished had been endless, at our tearful farewell – your body supple and warm, pulsing with life.

lips lush as cognac
open softly to kisses
urgently linger

I passed through security, turned and fixed on your gaze – prayed it was not the last time I’d look into your eyes. I wandered dazed down the ramp, to the jet that would take me to the fury of hell. I locked your face of love deep in my heart.

That cherished image proved my grasp on sanity through two years of horror – through the sting of separation, the bitter taste of war, the foul stench of death.

I return this day, facing reality at 30,000 feet, the salt of sadness on my lips. I am ashamed, frightened to see and touch you again, but I burn to do so.

so different now
my hands angry with bloodshed
innocence is lost

I fear a kiss from my killer’s mouth, will forever defile your precious lips – lush as sweet cognac, that day we parted.

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rob kistner © 2010

NOTE: this piece is by no means a condemnation of the men and women who are sent into the teeth of hell to fight, suffer, and sometimes die. Rather, it is an expression of my deep respect for what they endure, and a quiet tear for what is so often sadly lost in so doing.

46 thoughts on “The Taste”

  1. A good use of the form to tell a proper story and the haiku are beautifully written.

    You have picked up on the situation which must afflict so many combattants, whether volunteers or pressed men, returning from the ghastliness of war

  2. i like how you’ve echoed the earlier haiku in the final prose bit.

    and i think this is a good example of how the alternating prose & haiku create an interesting pace. i am so happy we explored the form!

    1. I appreciate your gracious comments Carolee… the form was foreign to me, the unfamiliarity made the experience interesting, but a tad awkward — because I personally couldn’t get the feel if I had done it correctly… but I enjoyed having at it…

      …rob

  3. Awkward is a good word for this experience of a new form. Taking two difficult forms and trying to marry them made me feel almost foriegn. I didn’t quite manage it, but your flow seems almost easy and constant. Congratulations,

    Elizabeth

    1. Thank you ElizaBeth. It was awkward, for me a bit like trying a new athletic form — but I found the experience absorbed me wholly because of the lack of comfort I felt… may not make it a regular part of my repertoire, but glad I was introduced to the haibun…

      …rob

  4. I read this when you first posted it and liked it very much, especially the haiku, which I think you write especially well.

    Good to see you at OneShot, Rob.

  5. rob, been a while since i was here…glad you found us over at one shot…and intriguing form…have not seen it before…emotion runs strong in your words, but not overpowering…very nice.

  6. Such vivid recollections between the sips of that sweet cognac. Like your style and the way you create using the form. Thanks for posting for One Shot!

  7. I liked your use of intermittant haiku and I especially liked the line “That cherished image proved my grasp on sanity through two years of horror” – Odd how we sometimes find great internal strength in such little things. Nice One Shot, Rob!

  8. This gave me chills, Rob. You distill the feelings that these young men and women must endure.
    I really enjoyed the form and am looking forward to trying it.
    Victoria

  9. Sorry I inadvertently entered and the above one got posted, please moderate that comment and here is the one that I wanted to post…

    Its nicely written and poignant too… I enjoyed reading it.

    Om Namah Shivaya

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