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A Gembun is made up of either a one-word first link or anything
up to one sentence, to be capped by a haiku of up to four lines. The Gembun has to include
an element of suggestion
in either the opening sentence, the haiku or in both. It
was created by ai li on the 12 June 1997, inspired by Larry Kimmel's TIBUN.
Copyright © ai li 202
EXAMPLES :
ai li's collection
Larry Kimmel's collection
Joanna Ashwell's collection
ai li's collection of twelve gembun
Dew on mother's roses.
the keys handed over
saying goodbye
to no one
He waited in vain.
her wedding day
deep within the bouquet
a dead wasp
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Poison pen letter...
elderly aunt
tranquilisers in hand
hearing the postman
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Lightning.
power cut...
mortuary attendant finds
a hand
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Waiting for the night bus.
the man
in a black cape
with moist red lips
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The missing cat comes home.
fresh salmon
in his feeding bowl
but he lies in my arms
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A widow shunned by her friends.
the repairman
alerted by a shapely ankle
and heady scent
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A long kiss.
they arrange
to meet again
the business lunch
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A knife missing.
an ex-wife
without alimony
waiting in the dark
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Mother's baking day.
the orange juice
for the sponge
has pith in
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Midnight...
the ouija board
spelling out
shadow
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The skipping rope in a cul-de-sac.
a child
who looks like me
becoming dusk
Copyright © ai li 2002
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Larry Kimmel's Collection of Ten Gembun
"You try to stay virile as long as you
can for the sake of the coven."
meeting the priestess
(his young wife) -
I guard my thoughts
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row houses under a low sky
after long exile
rain streaks
the Pullman's window
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After thirty years, you'd think a
thing like that wouldn't rankle.
a cold wind snaps
the flag - I cross the street
to Kate's Diner
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short grass, snow in sheltered places . . .
by the mountain path
the unblinking eye
of a tiny dragon
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dusky arbor
working
together -
so
close
I can feel her warmth
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Merry Christmas!
better
the day
to
myself than to spend it
with strangers
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at Ce Ce's cafe with battered suitcase
"but
he told me
he worked here"
"sorry miss,
never heard of him"
once upon a time . . .
a
Sears catalog
and
a medical dictionary
my
only porn
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from a 19th century Yankee diary
Killed
my hog.
Broke
my heart.
Went
to work.
--a found Gembun
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heat lightning
her
worst fear
realized
-
the
long drive home
Copyright © Larry Kimmel 1998
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Joanna Ashwell's collection of five gembun
Mosaics
the rain continues
throwing patterns on the wall
of an empty street
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Twilight
creeping forward
our room darkens
inking in faces
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Silver
frosted branches mingle
with the forked shadows
reaching for the clouds
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Moonbeams flood the roses
leaving the dew
flushed silver
full of stolen tears
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Ghosts
or a lonely bird call
as we listen for voices
leading us back to the path
Copyright © Joanna Ashwell 1999