Poetic
scribbling
Interred
forever after
As
page captures blood
Singularities
Of
phenomenology
Garner
cultish lore
The
fatal flaw dwells
In
our very tapestry
Fraying
‘til threadbare
With
a Sustenance,
Fertile
in frigidity,
The
Heart never warms
When
man chooses to
Put
his trust in biting things
Often
he bites too
If
blinded by dream,
Do
nightmares escape the mind?
Would
we even care?
In
the purest dance,
Moonlight’s
halo spans around,
The
floors airy night
To
lay atop stacks
Logic
speaks only of rest,
Not
of laziness
Surprised you aren't all Haiku-ed out by now, there were a ton over the past few days and all were great. You weave them together every time, I think I'll stick to rhyme.
ReplyDeleteLots of interesting contrasts and parallels. No5 and the last one seems to stick with me. The last one in particular -- too often we are not allowed to rest, begs to the question is how much work do you have to be over or what justifies one to be allowed to rest without feeling (or made to feel) like one is slacking.
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