A mixed collection of prose and poetry written for various WdC activities in 2025. |
| I stand at the precipice of Nature’s enduring power, staring into a craggy, sun-scarred abyss. A once-mighty river carved its name into history with relentless perseverance; a quality I’ve never contained in all my multitudes. I wonder what it would be like to leave such a lasting legacy on this planet, long after I’m gone. But I’d first have to make a name for myself, and the truth is that I inherited my name from average people in average places doing average things. World-changing isn’t an adjective that often applies to accounting majors who work retail. I shout it out loud so it echoes long and proud “You can still matter” —————————————————————————————— 3 lines / 111 words FORM: Haibun PROMPT: The thing you’d most like to shout into an empty canyon just to hear the echo. Written for "PromptMaster !" |