Doug, earlier this evening, I was dipping into prose pieces Pessoa - and your piece fits right in, in that sense of exploring absence when the present disappears!
Makes me think of recent conversation with my relatively upbeat mother:
"How are you doing, Mom?"
"She is not inside there anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I am useless."
I hope I don't feel that emptied out when I am 92! Or, at least, I have the good dream life that you have here, Doug!
Stephen
--- On Wed, 11/5/08, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: haibun snap: 05 XI 08
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Date: Wednesday, November 5, 2008, 3:07 PM
I remember what I dont remember.A dream of memory or so it seemed.
Seems. To be a memory of what I couldnt remember except in dreams,
those stories of stories untold. That I was there with other students,
married friends when only youthful lovers before I knew them, coming
out of that house full of music I heard so much about later. Me on the
lawn waving & in that dream aware that this is the past & I'm in
it.
That past Ive only heard of from others. Me then in that memory, lost.
The sunshine laid upon the land
signed spring or fall
I couldnt tell which
Douglas Barbour
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