I listen to the blackbirds and stroll in the perfume of lilac blooming remembering the late nights walking home from student parties, I remember endless dusks merging into dawns and returning home with the warmth of kisses still on my lips. So much has changed but the blackbird’s song and the scent of lilacs is still the same.
between my heartbeats
in a moment of stillness —
song of a warbler
Valentin Serov
Today Frank hosts Haibun Monday at dVerse, and prompt us to write inspired by the fact that today it’s memorial day in USA to write about remembrance.
May 25, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I can hear the blackbirds, just from reading this 💜👏
Their song is everywhere
Oh, my goodness… this is so beautiful, Björn. I can smell the lilacs!
It is a sweet smell
Lovely! Oh, how sounds and smells can transport us to our “befores”.
Indeed they can
The remembrance is evocatively fresh in this one!
Spring is fresh
you took me there, i entered your haibun
much love
Effective triggers indeed, Bjor, Thanks
The prose part of your Haibun made me smile, Björn. The haiku is exceptionally wistful.
Such evocative imagery and remembering – Jae
Wow. Excellent job Bjorn.
Lilacs are purple . The colour of mourning . You are so sensitive person!
in its softness…beautifully poignant, Bjorn…🤍🙏
What a coincidence, Björn! We both wrote about lilac and birds, only mine were taken from a poem by Thomas Hood. Your memories are sweet ones and your haibun wistful.
Beautiful haibun
Its nice to have a constant form of comfort in this changing world as epitomized by your final line “the blackbird’s song and the scent of lilacs is still the same.” Love this!! well done Bjorn 🙏
Beautifully written. Life continues as memories linger and eventually fade.
Reminded me of the Beatles song, one of several references to their distinctive call. Your poem however brings the personal lived dimension.