Eyes bright with new hope
Eyes bright with new hope
Of possibilities born
Out of new learning.
Tired eyes worn down
Gazing up need's hierarchies:
Hunger killing hope.
Power to conceive.
Hope and our raw substance merge
New futures gestate.
Power to end life
Desire for choice for not life
Swallowing freedom.
Not life: to be free
From life's sweet necessity
To learn painfully.
Pain endured for hope
The groaning of Great Mother
In schools, homes, and streets.
Of possibilities born
Out of new learning.
Tired eyes worn down
Gazing up need's hierarchies:
Hunger killing hope.
Power to conceive.
Hope and our raw substance merge
New futures gestate.
Power to end life
Desire for choice for not life
Swallowing freedom.
Not life: to be free
From life's sweet necessity
To learn painfully.
Pain endured for hope
The groaning of Great Mother
In schools, homes, and streets.
posted by cgjohnson at 3:51 PM
3 Comments:
These probably don’t really qualify as haiku for two reasons: One, because they’re all related thematically, they should probably be considered one longer poem instead of six short ones. Two, and this is the more important one, haiku is really not defined by the number of syllables, but by the attempt to succinctly capture a moment's perception. That's not really what any of the stanzas do.
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I originally started this post with some whining about being too busy to write every day. I deleted it because it was annoying.
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