My genre this week is a haiku of several stanzas in which I wrote about the nature of a fictitious lost human relationship.
Lost to Anger
her mind was racing
as glimmering diamond fell
she could hardly breathe
her grief was a source
well beyond understanding
her hopes were slipping
dreams thrown like small coins
in fountain water they sank
to a still dark place
no longer something
they both were planning to share
their love forever
now turned forgetting
the good things soured by harsh words
spoken in anger
I can picture those coins at the bottom of the well.. their hopes slowly rusting..it would be good if we could pick them out sometimes and replant our wishes - a beautiful piece
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you can see that picture. How nice it would be if we could replant wishes, but in a way I think we can. The results might even turn out to be better, if we a better mix of planting material.
DeleteIt is sad that so many budding relationships end in this fashion. I know they keep statistics on divorce, but you have to wonder how many couples stay together simply because they haven't a clue how to do anything else?
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That is a good point...or make the effort to change their own habits, or try to see the point of view of their intended or their spouse
DeleteSo sad but perhaps it was never meant to be.
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That is surely a good way to look at it.
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