Haiku #31

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painted pictures
hint
of past circumstance,
longing
in our hearts to dance

In response to the WDYS #90 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


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Mystery

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Darkness envelops me
as I turn the corner,
and for one moment
there is a glimpse
of the mirror
refracting back light,
which startles me
with such delight.

I continue to

wander, and wonder
what it is we see
when we empty ourselves
of the trauma and pain
of a life spent yearning
and burning with such
conviction,
it’s like someone else has given me
no restrictions.

As I pull away from the dream
I’m reminded of the pain,
and the knowing
that it’s okay to feel the burden,
which I spent a long time masking
with other versions

of a self made long, long, ago.

Another place and paradigm
fed and fueled me then.
Yet, it’s important to
look at the history,
while remembering that
all creation lives
in this stories
present mystery.

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Tanka #12

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A memory of
times gone by, set against the
deep blue sky, wispy
clouds remind of transience
and stunning reminiscence.

In response to the WDYS #80 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

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Reminiscence

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I look out
At the deep blue sky
And often wonder why

You confided in me
As you did,
When we were just

Getting to know each
Other,
and then, like
Twins

We emerged,
On the other side

Without a care,
or even a reason why,
or what

The trouble was

All about, as we tried
Hard to understand the
Turn about

Or, is it, turn of phrase?

Either way,
though unsure today,

I think we like to play

In the sandbox,
Like when we were little,
And all the pleasure
Was contained in that

Small space, where
Nothing is ever replaced,
Only gained

Like flying
through outer space
When I’m with you,

It’s like a running flame
Without a place,

Or name

And it’s really all just
about the same

As before,

Even when we look
For the reason it all happened,
We need not look far,
Or doubt the indecision,

For we’re exactly where
We’re supposed to be

And, yes life is fair,
And then not

And this, right here,
Is what we’ve got

For now,
Yet you know, we’ll return
With more of the essence

Of the reminiscence
Of times when
They were
Pleasant

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