Haibun for this moment

For the dverse prompt.



There is no present moment. It’s gone like a raindrop falling, no time to inspect it, turn it about to see the seams. The light dips, and the last blackbird is silent. Did I notice the last notes? Or are they confused with the nightingales’ songs that never end?
Light, ever changing fades to grey, the moon hidden behind thick cloud. Each moment thickens the colour until there are no moments of grey left on the palette, and shades of black begin.
Birdsong beats the rhythm of passing moments, flowing into the past like stream water flowing into the future river, while I listen helplessly to the bird notes of an unrepeatable song.

night flowers with stars
flower with light showering
night-petalled stars

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “Haibun for this moment”

    1. Thank you, Sherry! They arrive here in April and sing all day and all night until they find a mate and shut up! It’s soothing at night, as long as they’re not too close to the house because they are loud!

  1. This is so lovely, Jane. And you know what’s funny–or not? I didn’t do this prompt yet, but I was thinking of starting one with the same first sentence, not the exact words, but the thought. 😀

    1. No, not funny, predicable almost 🙂 It was the first thing I thought of, that there is no such thing as a static moment. Obviously, we share the same philosophy 🙂

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