For me, now has already happened, but you are only reading about it now. With my every word, which, from my perspective, I’ve already written, the present me moves further into the past, until I lose all sight of the person whom I’d been when I first began writing these words.
I feel fairly unfamiliar with the person who wrote the gibberish up above; I used to be him.
February dusk of a dusk February converges
W3 poetry prompt
This haibun was written for Kerfe Roig’s W3 prompt this week, which was to compose a haibun that contrasts the past with the present.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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47 thoughts on “Fairly unfamiliar, or: Gibberish up above”
How we evolve as people. Love it!
💜🙏🏻 O’Nika 🙏🏻💜 ~ thanks!
💗🙏🏻 Sangeetha 🙏🏻💗
Gibberish? Where?! Lovely.
🤍😄 Selma 😄🤍 ~ gibberish, gibberish, EVERYWHERE!
what a brilliantly written Haibun David.
💜🙏🏻 Mich 🙏🏻💜 ~ thanks!
Self-aware gibberish is the best. 😀
💛🙏🏻 Sarah 🙏🏻💛 ~ thanks
Sometimes I just leave myself behind…(K)
🖤🙏🏻 Kerfe 🙏🏻🖤 ~ me too; thanks for the prompt!
You’re welcome! I hope to have some time to read responses tomorrow.
It’s live until Monday
That’s good to know.