I dig my hands deep into the pockets of my wet overcoat, caressing the brief note you had left for me. I know that being late will not matter this time, the rooms will echo with your absence. Working overtime has been an excuse for something else than money for a long time. The drizzling rain cover my glasses and make the streetlight sparkle like a frozen version of the fireworks we saw together last year’s New Year’s Eve, repeating promises we would break.
reflected moon –
puddle on the parkinglot
ripples in the breeze
From Wikimedia Commons
This is written in a response to Jen’s suggestion to study the haiku of Richard Wright. Go and read it.
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November 11, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
image and haiku , perfect
much love…
oh! and and the haibun is very stirring
much love…
Thank you 🙂
A reflective habun, sad reality…”ripples in the breeze” has so many meanings. Awesome post!
Many thanks.. fortunately it’s fiction…
Well that’s good…I was feeling guilty for working so late years ago.
Bjorn, I could feel the lonliness. Well written. — Suzanne
Love the imagery of your haiku. Nice complement to the writing.
bjorn, I seriously suggest you submit this for publication. Modern Haiku, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun. Any one of those would be proud for this piece to grace its pages. I think one would. Yes, it’s that good.
Gosh, just so well done.
Oh, so painful Bjorn — but so beautifully written. I am in awe … darn near perfect. The last line of your prose, too — just magnificent. And with the note in the pocket, this would work well with Photographs and Memories too —
Your best to date. Excellent !
PS
On a personal note I find it off putting that it you found it necessary to explain that this is fiction. Readers have to get used to the fact that poetry is not necessary autobiographical and a personal diary.
It is so beautiful I keep reading over and over. Thanks for sharing.
Only a poet (and perhaps a photographer) would study the puddles in a parking lot!
Inspired by Richard Wright
Love the sparkle and shimmer of images in this haibun: drizzling rain on glasses; reflected moon in parking lot puddle and the title “Frozen Fireworks” – I think captures the effect of neon and lamplight, moonlight and headlights on surfaces that have been made reflective with rain. A very visual capture – lovely, really.
For me this is the most poignant part of the piece: “caressing the brief note you had left for me.” The hopeless caress combined with the brevity of the note…