205.
A life suspended in time
And in space, abeyance.
Dancing somewhere else.
Month: July 2017
Haiku #203
203.
That year, old OCDs
Existentially challenged me
On 724 occasions.
Haiku #202
202.
This, once marshland.
Now a peatless imprint
Of supply and demand.
Haiku #201
201.
Time and Space ended,
Reality apprehended.
What rest is art.
Haiku #200
200.
Sometimes, you can feel the change;
Hands behind the clouds,
Pulling the rain.
Haiku #197 – #199
197.
This is how separation begins.
A kernel of pain,
A dystrophic wing.
198.
The ticking of
A spider, summer,
In my sinew sticks.
199.
A power station emerges,
Like a picture, 1960s,
And then disappears.
Haiku #196
196.
I survived my life
As it flashed in review,
In reverse, before my eyes.
Haiku #191 – #195
191.
July begins,
But not suffering.
A fat magpie fluffs its wings.
192.
Verbena boxed
By canes and string.
Nature knows parameters.
193.
A bystander, limted
by their word,
Will not disrupt or intervene.
194.
I saw flames in the carpet.
Summer sends its messages
To my subconscious, anon.
195.
These messages thrust
Upwardly the threat
Of my own complacency.
