Words of Rediscovery

i started a diary on the day i turned thirty and kept it going without missing an entry through to the day i turned forty. every once in a while i dip into it. it runs to twenty-five large volumes.

i thought i might learn something, visiting my younger self, and i did. the past, in my memory, is indistinct, gauzy, without much affect if i don’t dwell on it. i learned, reading my words from those years, that remembrance is painful.

the good times, the bad times, just the times, are lost, irretrievable. proust spent his life attempting to recapture his past. i can’t do that. my spirit can’t sustain the wounds i experience, reading and remembering rather than simply remembering. the regret wells up, not for anything i did, but for being here, now, not there.

i’ll pass the books along to the kids, or their kids, but i haven’t been able to let go of them yet.

for Putting My Feet in the Dirt

haiku

boulders bounce downhill
freed by swollen ice in cracks
i hear them coming

for Word of the Day Challenge

haiku

water’s trip begins
in this branch of a river
i paddle and think

for Three Things Challenge

haiku

radiant sunlight
dew on tall wind-bent grasses
my thighs wet and cold

for Your Daily Word Prompt

haiku

life is quite random
passing as we choose our path
death is most precise

for Ragtag Daily Prompt

haiku

sol is the engine
warming the earth with its light
our foot on the gas

for Fandango’s One-Word Prompt

closer than

separated by an ocean
we were closer than before
each word from the other to be cherished
savored
valued
repeated
each word to the other mined from deep within
considered
weighed
repeated

and now at last together again
will we speak as we embrace

for Poets Pub

haiku

captivating fowls
shy and hard to spot in reeds
their ankles hidden

for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Eggs

There is a care facility down the way which is reserved for elderly covid patients and the doctors and nurses treating them. Every day the staff sets out a container of fresh eggs from their chickens. $5 for a half-dozen. They come in various pastel greens, off-whites, and strangely, pale blues.

Naturally we wipe them down, but are always glad to get them.

for The Weekly Smile

haiku

nature’s random tweaks
mostly do not persist but
hands are working well

for Discover Prompts: Hands