Fun with Haiku

Just playing around :)

Hot the blood tonight
Lunna's call we must obey
Free, the pack now hunts.


Magic coffee bean
My kingdom for coffee and
intravenous drip.


Throats pierced with darkness
Born of eternal shadow
Mistress of the night.


Mane and tail flying
Symmetry and grace defined
Essence of freedom.


Poised atop the world
When only tails are twitching
Hit and run attack.

Rebecca

The Dark Road Taken

What doubt the night that never ends,
Seems to feed into my soul.
The peddled wheels spin round and round
Traveling a road I cannot see.

The choice was always mine to make
It seemed to me the way to truth
Unlike the illusion of dim streetlights
And worth the sacrifice to be made.

I want to claim I didn't know
The path I chose would be this dark.
Except to say that is a lie
Gad made it clear at the journey's start.

The dream I was living wasn't real
And the way to truth a ragged road
With hidden pits that were dark and deep
Cutting through a forest filled with night.

But the choice was always mine to make
And I thought the price was worth the cost
So I faced the dark road and my tears
Sure I would make it to journey's end.

In false humility and arrogant pride
With a touch of fear with determined set
Trusting first in my own strength
God's only job to point the way.

But I never dreamed this journey's path
Long past hope and signs of life
Exhausted muscles faltering from strain,
And the heart stuttering in unbearable emptiness.

That I would find myself still on the road
Alone in the dark with but a memory of hope
Struggling to understand and overcome.
With nothing, but faith to hold me true.

And so, I keep riding and cannot look back
God grants me strength at the end of myself
And I ride in the darkness if need be forever
My only companion a memory of hope.

Rebecca
10/29/07

The Dark Road

Standing on the edge of town
Pausing underneath the last glow of light
Looking down the road
That fades into impenetrable darkness.

The choice has always been mine to make
To stay within the light or travel forth
Into the dark forest with only my faith
And a dim small light to show each single step.

I am so tired and the distance so far
Yet I cannot wait for help to come
And the comfort of the streetlight
Is merely an illusion that brings no warmth.

But the choice has always been mine to make.
As I look at the crumbling road before me
That disappears into the night
Winding through an unknown wood.

To many, their roads are full of light
And hearty companions share the way
But I must not yearn for what is not mine
And accept the path that was meant for me.

I know not where the road will take me
Or how the journey will finely end.
But this is the road I have been given
And the choice is mine to go or stay

As I leave the circle of the light I know
To step into the endless night.
For greater than my fear in the lonely dark road
Is my trust in God to lead me true.

Rebecca 06/23/07

Waiting for Love

A title wave,
With all the depths behind it,
Balancing on the edge of hope,
Waiting to sweep across all that is,
And change the world forever.

A glacier mountain,
Frozen on the edge of eternity,
Tiny fissures racing through the mass,
Desperately holding on for the moment
When the time to fall is right.

Molten magma,
Boiling beneath the earth,
Raging and pushing to be released.
Waiting for that final explosion,
When the earth meets the sky
And fireworks fill the air.
Burning and consuming
Everything in its path.

The calm before the storm.
When even the air is afraid to breathe.
Poised on the brink
Where power sizzles,
A promise of what is to come.

Rebecca

Another Italian Sonnet

When Hearts Die

Can someone tell me why the heart keeps beat?
When nothing’s left but shattered broken parts
Like some romantic tale told in the arts,
But pain from empty years leaves no retreat,
And breathing through the tears becomes a feat.
How could we know the treasure that was heart’s
Would find its death caused by rejected darts.
A bitter end for love to finally meet.

And yet it’s measured beat the heart does keep
And lungs continue to fill up with air
Each dawn again we rise to face the day
The world around us caught up in its care
Unable to discern the souls that weep
Unknowing of the lives that lose the way.

Isabella Poliziana 06/02/07

Period Italian Sonnet

Roses of War

In line I stand upon a windless hill,
More silent than the grave I watch and wait.
Unknowing soldiers march to take the bait.
My arrow nocked with bow drawn back until
Then comes the signal high and loud and shrill!
My arrow flies to meet it’s destined fate,
The soldiers turn to flee but much too late;
The rain of arrows cease when all is still.

I see the bodies lying down below.
The smell of blood and carnage fills my nose,
And I accept my part in what’s to be.
For victory only holds a single rose,
And face the truth my heart would have me know.
The enemy I killed this day is me.

Isabella Poliziana (05/31/07)

Period poem - Pathya Vat (Cambodian)

The Vessel

Here is the clay
Lump on a wheel
Nothing to feel
Everything blurred.

Around it spins
Nothing assured
Now hope is stirred
Waiting for sight.

The potter’s hands
With gentle might
Begins the rite
Shaping the clay.

It takes the form
From hands obey
And trust someday
Value to hold.

When shape is done
No more to mold
From fire comes gold
Fit for a king.