Another day, another season passing and with it’s passing tomorrow is born. The two young men go tramping along the country road behind the cemetery wading through the dry fallen leaves walking Michael’s dog. Theirs is an odd relationship. Months pass and seemingly they lose sight of one another as each follows a different trail, only to catch-up with their life-long relationship in the first seconds of their coming together again. Their friendship has withstood the ravages of time, girlfriends and life choices. Comfortable in the exchange of their experiences (they remind me of two scientists or perhaps philosophers exchanging notes) they console each other making suggestions of how to help the other’s dreams come true. The church bell strikes the hour, they separate, not knowing when the next encounter will be but sure they will meet again.
afternoon in fall
the graveyard is decked out –
bright chrysanthemums
© G.s.k. ‘15
“Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.” by Kahlil Gibran (found on dVerse – Haibun Monday)
Lovely–I’m very fond of Gibran’s writings.
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I like Gibran’s writings as well, but for much the same reason you don’t like Woody Allen I don’t like Gibran, I made the mistake of reading a biography of his life …
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Ohhhh dear–thanks for the tip, I won’t read his bio!
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Glad I warned you … btw, I’ll be off line most of the day … doing community service, it’s “Reuse” day.
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Okay, thanks for letting me know! Reuse–like “recycle”? See you later 🙂
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Yes, I think so.
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🙂
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A very fine Haibun describing a wonderful, somewhat esoteric friendship.
I have a fondness for old graveyards. It’s a peaceful, melancholy thing to have a leisurely walk through them.
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I know what you mean about old graveyards though I prefer the American or English graveyards to the necropolises of Italy. It is an extraordinary friendship I think.
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A very beautiful haibun.
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Thanks Cressida!
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the end haiku is exquisite….
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Thanks so much Sumana Roy!
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inevitable end.. adorned with bright flowers..
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Could be … they’re still pretty young though … the walk was behind the cemetery so the photo of the cemetery and the end line of the haiku .. but reflecting …thanks for your thoughts you’ve brought a deeper meaning to the piece!
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A delightful haibun that encapsulates the essence of friendship.
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Thanks … I think you’re right about that …
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I like the friendship between the two ~ And a lovely haiku with those bright mums in autumn ~
Thanks for joining us at Haibun Monday ~
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Beautifully penned. Flowers and graveyard, what a contrast. There is a beginning in every end..
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I love Haibun almost as much as Haiku. You’ve woven all these elements together so beautifully. I confess I’m another one who likes graveyards, it seems a bit of a theme among poets 🙂
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picture, poem and quote, wonderful!!! really enjoyed this.
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A lovely vignette.
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Oh, the haiku! Yes, perfectly captured.
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Love the haiku and the story proceeding it. 🙂
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You weave their relationship very well!
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First the haiku is perfect, and you encapsulate how friendship can be. The natural comfort, when you can just talk an discuss, to just be in total trust for tomorrowness
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First, I love your photo, cara, and so glad you were able to link your beautiful haibun. I imagined my friend in Toronto who walks with his childhood friend every year on Jewish New Year…they meet at the synagogue, then walk for hours and hours. I imagined they were walking through Mt Pleasant Cemetery (Margaret Atwood describes in “Cat’s Eye”) It’s actually a lovely cemetery to walk through, then looking at your photo, I thought of the family plot on Mt Royal here where my father’s ancestors. At my age the cemeteries of both my families have grown so much, I need a map to walk through…and still, I get lost. Thanks for the this beautiful journey I just took.
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Perhaps.. the most influential person
in my young adult life.. is no
preacher.. but a philosophy
instructor in junior
college.. beyond
the strict
sidewalks
of schools..
and brick churches..
curriculum.. hE looks
to the American Indian
for his greaTesT truths
and in balance and
heritage..
i do too.. yes..
Dr. Ralph Hunt..
and before he dies
of Leukemia.. walking
down a hill from the same
two story building that is
once my elementary school..
now a Junior College.. in
walking distance
from River
home..
i have my
vision quest
and relate it to
him.. and at the
end he says.. nah..
i will not say goodbye
in the words of the
American
Indian
there
is only
SEE YA LATER..
and at least.. he is still
here in eYeSworDs
of me.. sMiLEs..
WordSeYes
lifetime(s) last
server ways..:)
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Thanks so much for your lovely piece here … it got lost in the spam I’m afraid and l only now found it! 🙂
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Smiles.. And thanks..:)
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I love the friendship in this haibun. Time and separation makes no matter. They pick up as though there has been no passage of time. I love that. Nicely done.
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I agree … to me that’s what friendship is about ..
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Love such friendship, and haiku – exquisite! Very suited haibun!
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Thanks Humbird!
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I like those types of friendships where you may not see each other regularly but when you do you just pick up where you left off effortlessly. A meaningful haibun and lovely haiku. I could see those mums dotting the cemetery. Which, by the way, I find pretty peaceful myself.
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🙂 I do agree about those sort of special friendships … I’m glad you could relate to t he post!
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I sure could. I have friends just like that and they are special. :~)
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🙂
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