Words are leaves, poignantly bold when sprouted, destined to wither lose their hold – thank goodness our love is a trunk, solidly rooted, steadfast –
Sunday morning runners pass by bay window, oozing life, while I strain to catch a glimpse, movement tenuous – irony of life rendered surreal by
Analysis freezes heart, I leap with reservations, engage in familiar pacts, motivations logical, observe patriarchal parlay – seduced by original sin – settle into compromise.
Mindlessly, veer off route – inadvertently parked. No backing up, passage ahead restrictive – perseverance called for. Overcome, I will, plead ignorance – pay attention
Such a gift is youth – silvers stars and bows, jingle-jangle wishes… Seldom opened – shame and insecurity casting doubt, despair Shall we try again,
Vestiges of dreams swiftly disappear, shift lanes – ambition rusted. (For RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge: fast & lane)