Tag: Haiku

Split the sky, flesh out
flickering tongue of union.
Earth and sky conspire…

 …fullness for the heart.
But first storming shaking awe
tearing out the loss.

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Life is striking and splitting the sky of my roiling world here. I’m hoping to still have a home by the end of the year. But am not sure if that hope is simply the knee-jerk survival instinct ignoring the exultation of liberating lightning flashing across the mire of endurance my world has been at times. In short, it feels somewhat, to my chagrin, glorious to feel the winds ripping away the moorings of my refuge.

We’ll see what life unfolds…