National Poetry Month #4
Haiku
Stubs of green crack through
thirsty earth that sips and sighs…
The wind answers, "Spring"
--Me
Instinctively, I understand chaos. I may not be able to discuss it in terms of universality or strange attractors but I sense it every day, tangible and unseen.
The world is full of uncertainty; it strives to return to something random and shapeless and full of promise.
I understand that perfectly: sometimes the reality of form is so much less than what we dreamed.
Stubs of green crack through
thirsty earth that sips and sighs…
The wind answers, "Spring"
--Me
Instinctively, I understand chaos. I may not be able to discuss it in terms of universality or strange attractors but I sense it every day, tangible and unseen.
The world is full of uncertainty; it strives to return to something random and shapeless and full of promise.
I understand that perfectly: sometimes the reality of form is so much less than what we dreamed.