Each half day what delicate ephemeral traces /Footprints, paw prints, bird tracks/ Each incoming tide so quickly it scrubs and erases /coarse sand wiped clean like soft wax/ Waves rolling, purling, crashing forevermore All pounding and breaking upon the seashore Which proves stronger in the end, land or sea? The answer lies in the fine grit wrought of eternity.
Where your soul goes
I hereby disclose
The karma my spirit chose
To let the same fate impose.
Where goes yours there goes mine
Two souls as one intertwine
Their essences harmonically align
Their sum total to combine.
So let loose the reins of destiny
Brace against the storms of devilry
Pray for the gentle winds of clemency
Moreover, cling to each other desperately.
Whether our destination be heaven or hell
My heart’s fears I steadfastly quell.
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 5, 2019: Use the phrase Where your soul goes.
I’m issuing a Challenge! I’m starting a new form of Haiku or Tanka, ones that include Emojis. The Emojis are pronounced as what they represent. Why not try one yourself? My example, a Tanka is posted below. Puns are encouraged! I look forward to your entries.
I hear sleet ‘ticking’
Against my dark window panes
, no school again
Morning, the alarm clock peals
And the kids come in.
(The emojis are in order of use: Frown, dragon, a wink and okay)
What florid fingers Tentatively probing Come slyly slinking Spreading wide Dimming the glories That crown ebon infinity Majestic vault bestrewn Myriad stars a twinkle That tardy tenebrous tumescence Burnished brilliance breaking Hovering on the horizon Whereof devious digits Piercing achromatic night Tentatively probing Laboring towards the vertex Spreading in a panorama Varnishing the firmament Lo, that gleaming grandeur Swelling towards repletion Abolishing the dark horizon Heralding the arrival of morn Tis the timorous dawn.
I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate) one morning when I was staying with my mother.