From 1af702e558b0513ce3bf05967878bd7d03006579 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2020 15:35:03 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/poetry/haiku.md | 58 ++++++++++++++++++++--------------------- 1 file changed, 29 insertions(+), 29 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/poetry/haiku.md b/writing/poetry/haiku.md index 434ec23a..337e5988 100644 --- a/writing/poetry/haiku.md +++ b/writing/poetry/haiku.md @@ -113,9 +113,9 @@ Yet I risk a glance. Pale she --- 2020-11-15 ''' -The eye turns inward, -vision dims and movement stills --- -winter has claimed her. +Her eye turns inward, +vision dims and movement stills +as winter claims her. Thoughts like leaves fall slow, hesitate, drift, rustle, sigh. @@ -123,7 +123,7 @@ Frost-rimed remnants rot. Some paler she asks: do you see the sky through me? -Do I shake in gusts? +Do I frame its mien? That pale she lacks words. She does not speak, cannot speak @@ -131,10 +131,10 @@ without the wind's hum. Still she asks, all breath, am I invisible yet? -Does snow blend with sky? +Does snow tend steel skies? -Her breath is gone now. -Dark branches write on the clouds: +And when her breath fails, +dark branches write on the clouds: Summer is a dream. Paler still, she cracks. @@ -143,59 +143,59 @@ false springs to thaw hands. Silent now, demands: there must be an end, there must be. -Spring and life, or fire. +Spring, silence, or fire. No one answers her. She stands stark against flat skies, -frost claims bark, claims wood. +ice claims bark, claims wood. -Darkness comes, sight black. +Darkness comes heavy. Sleep for now, sleep forever, midwinter cares not. -Neither does coarse bark. -How could sweet wood think of whens? +Neither, now, does she. +How could pale wood think of whens? Of thaws and green things? -The sun may promise: +The sun tells her lies: Melting snow will feed your roots, Seasons imply change. -She's not listening. +She does not listen. Pale she does not believe him: Brother sun's too quick. -Brother sun tells time, +Brother sun tolls days, and pale she has no more need for hours with seasons. Brother sun's movements -are breaths: cycles far too short +are breaths to her: days blink slow when spring is a dream. -Sister moon speaks up: +Sister moon speaks now: follow me, set time by me --- my months are guideposts. -Pale she can but sleep. -She cares not now if she wakes. +Pale she sleeps, sleeps still. +Waking her may have listened. Endless winter calms. -She welcomes the cold. +She invites cold in. Water, crystallized, freezes; -cells lyse, dye in droves. +cells lyse, die in droves. If spring never comes, pale she supposes, that's fine. -In winter, she'll dream. +Winter is for dreams. She'll dream, or she won't. -Fatalism waxes fast, -cold claims her heartwood. +She'll carry on or she won't. +Cold has claimed heartwood. No one perceives her. -She becomes mere terrain. -Sleeps, and does not wake. +She becomes terrain's wild hair, +a forgiven sin. Would she wake for saws? For axes with keen-edged blades? @@ -206,10 +206,10 @@ And still the moon waxes, wanes. And still seasons change. Should pale she not wake, -so be it, her mute demise. +venerate her mute demise. Cut her down, cord her. A new life in fire, -for even life must winter. -Pale she born anew. +for pale she gives heat in death. +Let this be her spring. '''