Flypaper Thoughts – haibun

FLYPAPER THOUGHTS

Today I could talk straight through until I die and not tell you half

my thoughts and history. None great but I was there and lived it all.  So

much, all the time.  Little things, big feelings—I am an Indian mound full

of artifacts, a wrapped present on Christmas morning, full of surprises.

These atypical thoughts will leave me, but here they are for you to see,

caught on my flypaper.

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Moon casts her shadows

A plop sounds in the old creek

Night birds croon their songs

 

 

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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4 Responses to Flypaper Thoughts – haibun

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice how the moon’s cast of shadows makes a plop in the creek. I also like how writing is like flypaper for our thoughts.

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  2. Nan Mykel says:

    Have to give credit to my Unconscious for the first observattion! Thanks…

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  3. Stunning haibun Nan!!

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