And the theme is?

The theme is the haibun. The subject of your piece is up to you; it just has to be a haibun.

The Mightiest Rock

Slowly the river
Will wear down the mightiest
Rock. All yield to it.

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Hang-over induced headaches lead
To the siren song of Tylenol,
And hits of store-bought Adderal.
Walk a tight-rope? I'll do the deed.
In the end I know I'll fall
Since I'm merely human after all.
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Hows this for form?

Hows this for form?

Parsat said the haibun is a short prose (maybe like a Twitter tweet in length) followed by a haiku. I don't know if you're allowed to write a poem instead of prose for it to be a haibun. Which is a shame if not, I really liked the poem! :3

Thanks Jess! Though I think its obvious I have no clue what prose is; my idea was wrong. To Wikipedia! Away!

No problem Mav. By the way prose is just the normal way we write literature. Perhaps change your poem into a paragraph or something :3

I see blood spilling. I see brave mens die. I see husbands who will never see their son grow. I see people fleeing. I see the world burn.

I hear the cries. I hear metal against metal. I hear the last breaths of dying mens. I hear the shouts of fearsome warriors. I hear the sounds of Hell on Earth.

I feel the cold grip of my sword. I feel the flesh opening under my blows. I feel the bones cracking. I feel life leaving the corpses of my mens. I feel the blood, all that blood, on my hands.

I feel fear blocking me. I hear the gallop of a black horse. I see War.

His words, his thundering words...

"What a man is now?
"Between rives of an hot blood..."
"What a man is now?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."
"Just a quick flash of my sword."
"Lost. Soon forgotten..."
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Prose first, two haikus later.
It's good?

my friend said
he didnt like goodneighbor
we arent friends anymore
hahaha just kidding
hes dead.

Mav and Gentleman's poems pass the form, while nonfatcow's does not. The deadline is extended to Saturday, October 27 due to lack of entries. This will be the only extension due to the relative difficulty of this prompt.

I realize this is right on the line, sorry about the delay.

He walks alone, through teeming cities and desolate plains, always searching, always alone.

Searching for answers
End solitude, loneliness
Identity found