Ligo Haibun Challenge
My word is order. Here is the poem.
Original posting Nov 2013 and now revisited for Poetry Pantry #370 Sept 2017
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Once again I stare at the white space in front of me as I consider the prompt for this weeks Ligo Haibun Challenge. As I do so, a switch is thrown, and the writer in me is suddenly ‘ON’. Words tumble towards the whiteness of the WordPress dashboard and stick there as if they are somehow pre-ordained to do so. I wonder if there are other words trying to land, whose presence in my mind is not yet fully formed, and who pass like ghosts through the screen, to echo onward silently towards infinity, perhaps unseen and unheard. Or are there ears to hear them out there beyond all this? Ghost listeners for these future Ghost writings?
I can almost sense them now, passing through the spaces that these words here create, to dance their invisible dance into space and time. Is there some kind of mysterious cosmic order at work here? How do I know what to write and what to leave out? In a parallel universe are all my unwritten words written? So, whilst today more words have tumbled from my mind to form a written answer to the prompt, I am more mindful of those that did not find form. Does the formless have its own order?
formless Winter pen
finding space between form-