Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #32, A Dream Within a Dream
This prompt was from
Jen of Blog It or Lose It
I was inspired to write a haiku, a tanka, and a haibun
sound of my sobs
muffled in the crashing waves
my heart erased
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sands of time held still
one last kiss upon your brow
I pause, hold my breath
afraid to open my eyes
your footsteps washing away
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Haibun for Karen
When a family friend passed away at age 51, it brought tears to my eyes and heart. She was an athlete, took good care of her body, ate healthy, lived a clean life. They received her diagnosis on a family vacation to the ocean. As she walked with her younger sister they found a broken sand dollar. Her sister remarked how it was a shame it could not be whole. Here in my friend remarked about how she liked the broken pieces best. That they were like all of us incomplete; you never knew when two pieces would fit together to make something beautiful. Her brothers combed the beach that night and collected buckets of broken sand dollars. These were passed out at her celebration of life along with the story much better told and her words more elegantly written. My fragment has long since been ground up in my purse and the paper lost in an avalanche of things to keep, but reading Poe’s “A Dream with in a Dream” brought this to mind. Life is a messy journey and even broken things hold much beauty.
sand dollar fragments
wash in on moonlit shore
fragile life, wanes
