Depressing Haiku
Here's some haiku to cheer you up (not). All composed this evening with the aid of rum and wine. Don't worry, it's just expression!
Everything's condensed
All the years ahead of us
Will become a thought
Off in the distance
A waterfall crashes down
Never ending task
Time is not a friend
But a bitter reminder
Of the things we've lost
Away from it all
I can hear the distant drums
Yet I cannot move
Gravity pulling
Feet firmly planted on Earth
Stars so far away
Inside is color
Like the brief passing of dusk
Soon becoming black
In the still water
Reflections all seem so clear
Movement becomes change
The weight of the wind
With a mind all of it's own
Freeing or crushing
Like mud on the sole
Life clings to the journeyman
Then dries when he stops
Familiar sights
Bringing to mind gatherings
Of future hopes
Waiting quietly
A dog sits with his patience
Like the best of friends
I'm trying not to be pretentious, but these are some reflections of the current state I'm in. The last one came from my own dog trying to beg a slice of orange (gives him the worst gas).
I adore haiku for it's absolute simplicity and potency with only the briefest of implications. One can see a whole picture in a few words. If and when I have a bunch more to ponder/drink, you all get the benefit of the experience. Love, kisses and a bunch of transcribed melancholy...