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Life’s Clock Haiku

A hamster running
On the ever-turning hands:
Both motor and moved

Chilly White Glow Haiku

A chilly white glow:
The golden warmth of the beams
Transformed by the snow.

Chilly White Glow Haiku

A chilly white glow:
The golden warmth of the beams
Transformed by the snow.

Magnified Regard

A word under a scope
In magnified regard
Becomes wrong, false -
Doubt colors it
And thus taints it
In form and order
Even in meaning.
Yet the word itself
Remains unchanged
With the only falseness
In the viewer.

Unseen

Standing, strident, and visible
Somehow unseen, unheard.
Unnoticed and unknown.
Or simply unremarked.

One plus one equals two
Can addition be made
From digits unseen?
From actions unknown?

Without fingers to buttons,
No results are calculated.
Without fingers to keys
Or vibrations to chords,
No stories are told.

Two and two are four,
But one unseen equals three.
Sets of two is two, and
Sets of four is one.
Answers change
As angles shift.

Standing
Unseen
Unknown
Untrue?

Old Expectations

A once-orderly canal:
Directing and controlling,
Employing the power
And might of the waters.
Now abandoned, unkempt
But still visible, remembered,
Becomes more hazardous
Than an always-wild river.
Old expecations defied
With sudden currents
And hidden hazards.

Trying to Float

Trying to float
In a sea of uncertainty
When your body refuses to swim.
Desperately wishing
For energy, autonomy
While chained to an illness’ whim.

Foundation

A strong foundation
To all appearances:
Any fissures or flaws
Well-hidden behind concrete
Reinforced by steel.

Until the hammers.

From the largest sledges
To the little ball peens
To the smallest colossus
That fires the shot.

Blow after blow
In unending succession.
Most too small,
Too weak to damage
In a single strike,
Yet flaw-enhancing,
Fissure-widening
When applied in barrage.

And scattered throughout,
With no warning or reason,
The bone-shattering.
The world-shaking.
The mortar fire that
Slices through
And carves out
The inner steel
In erratic paths.

Leaving fragments

A Seeming Instant

A meeting, a book,
A blink of the eye:
In a seeming instant,
Hours go by.
Or days or weeks
Or months or years.
Like a magician’s trick:
A life in mirrors.


Terror of Stillness

A slow rise and fall
Breaks the terror of stillness:
Vivid proof of life


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