Physical prowess
a weighty goal – bliss delayed
by self-punishment.
(Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge: brawn/bliss)
Physical prowess
a weighty goal – bliss delayed
by self-punishment.
(Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge: brawn/bliss)
(Inspired by Steve Still Standing‘s “An Exercise in Poetic Styles”)
Even the river bleeds –
fiery frigid essence –
earth’s watery voice.
***
It is the river
that calls, waters flowing
through my veins
and I am the banks
steadfast in my holding
the razor sharp edges
like liquid steel
eroding my earthen
postures, challenging
the hardened places.
Serenity waits,
wrapped in Nature’s artful call,
harmony’s invite.
Light fades, as do I –
with age comes redundancy,
moving with shadows,
safety in darkness –
wisdom in obscurity.