Past, present, future time sequentially frozen – logic holds no sway when fear and emotions rear, exist despite boundaries. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Haiku
Category: life
Letting Go is Complicated
This confined life – carefully construed – ingrains order, commands discipline. I can free myself from urbanity, declare adventure as prerogative, but how long before
Still Life
“If you smell juice,” Mother said, “Do, please put on shine, and whisper at me – am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun.” Together,
Waiting for Recharge
I alternate between vigorous activity and coma-like crash. It’s the nature of this disease. No middle ground, it seems. Or maybe that’s just the nature
The Quest
The heart resides in fragmented nests, each beat a rhythm of its own desire; we search for wholeness between breaths, haunted by longing – a
Grief
No more than fringe, dangling in the aftermath, waiting to unravel, too numb to tighten bonds. Despondent. Will you take my hand, offer compassion, listen
