«not quite a haiku».
while we follow our days
with Argus eyes, the pain from
fallen blossoms remains
and
although we may block out
our past connections, our pain
is our trophy for life
however…
each spring we get new buds
to nourish and cultivate
as our new dreams are spawned
yet
verily, the balance
of our lives is not always
quite as graceful as a
haiku
A BEAUTIFUL THING.
the mind is quite a
beautiful thing – until
one begins to lose it.
Tightrope.
I swear they make this tightrope
thinner each time I attempt to cross.
I remember how my psyche could once
dance endless sommersaults back and forth.
and how every now and then I would
laugh mercilessly to myself at how I
astonished and sometimes even
infuriated others with my devilish
dexterity of mind and wit.
but now, having fallen all too often,
I quiver at the sight of both
challengers and supporters; and
look upon success in reaching the
rope’s end as another day’s survival
rather than a demonstration of prowess.
I know a good sport never complains but,
I swear they make this tightrope
thinner each time I attempt to cross.
APHORISM.
seventeen random syllables
don’t always add up
to a haiku.
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