a journey of awareness
Easter 2013A gruel of dank barkFrom a sycamore, staunch teakWith ivory taste.Sweats, exhausted, eachBead freezing in the cold wind;Cordwood calls for fire.To name the real thingRearranges the chips, spineSplintered, high tensionWires screeching outAnd pointing, with fingers crackedAskew, toward the stars.From this mud brew, stirsAnother staring over, Startled, without aMemory of whatCame before. There: at the base,Duplicate copies.[Disposable Haiku, 2013]Dr. Mike*
Easter 2013
ReplyDeleteA gruel of dank bark
From a sycamore, staunch teak
With ivory taste.
Sweats, exhausted, each
Bead freezing in the cold wind;
Cordwood calls for fire.
To name the real thing
Rearranges the chips, spine
Splintered, high tension
Wires screeching out
And pointing, with fingers cracked
Askew, toward the stars.
From this mud brew, stirs
Another staring over,
Startled, without a
Memory of what
Came before. There: at the base,
Duplicate copies.
[Disposable Haiku, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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