A few haiku
Two years ago, I created 365 haiku as a way of challenging myself to write daily, no matter how few words.
Here are some of my favorites.
Sometimes I feel like the sane lifeboat amidst a sea of lunacy
As the flame of life burns, a pattern breaks through the edge of consciousness.
The wake of buried seconds pushes ripples through the masses on shore.
The leavings of those so ingrained in cultural settings, taints the ripe
burgeoning thoughts of potential. Ever-trapped, the cyclical road is
still traveled, now packaged in appetizing wrapping. Seemingly,
the alteration offers bright, shining hope. The kind you lost when you
realized life was but a phase. Witnessed daily, I cringe thinking of the now.
The delivery of the unforeseen truth of existence arrives
in the most mundane of ways. The resignation experienced when
ignorance becomes a solid choice rather than stumbled happenstance.
The turbulence forced down as realization starts to creep under the
vulnerable walls of shoddily stitched rapport that was fraudulent
from the beginning. When eyes glazed with panic desperately seek
atonement for those misdeeds which began in the past, but will now
move into today. Blink and it all goes away. Shake your head to clear
the frightening thoughts of your own power. Because continuance on
the path of true awakening is really quite simple. Move not
forward with forwardness in mind. Venture ahead with empathy clutched tight.