Friday, September 13, 2013

Haiku Monday - Loss

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Becca is up with the the theme, her gig about the contest, and the rules at her place.

The theme...  Oh, it's been a sore tooth for a few days.  Being down physically has meant... recall.  Only this year I added another to the pile, a loss I have only come to know, like a black hole, from the lack of light in certain areas as I have become able to see more than psychically, spiritually, myopically.  A sore tooth it is, and rotten to the core, festering as it has.  I have been licking around that tooth, and bringing it into play with the other bad soul teeth, to try to find balance.  Why do we play with sores in our mouth or on our tongue?  Why do we tinker with our body sores, wounds, and pains?  Does it make them better?  Does it help us diagnose and so better seek remedy?  Is it, potentially, destruction testing on the sly, trying to do things the easy way if it doesn't always work?  Is it just desserts? 

So, I will touch on this.  I will try to keep it together.  Just understand, I didn't lose this, or that, or here, or there.  I lost every source of family and love I knew in one epoch of my life in less than a year.  One part was helping me with the other part until it went dark as well.  I still don't know the details, I cannot touch them.  Like black holes, I see an outline of nothingness in my soul, things gone.  None of the math or physics works.  Nothing... explains.  I don't know why, how, when exactly.  Time to... work those rotten teeth over a bit more, I suppose.  They might ooze into being septic, or I might get a bit ill just from what is already there oozing out.  Yum!

Oh, mind you, I am a story teller, and a blind one.  I know nothing, only... sense.  My senses could easily be off.  All I can do is cast shapes in the sand with my finger from that which I do see, feel, and hope there is some truth, or meaning, there.  I simply don't know.  Oh, I won't be... doing anything else with this.  I already have a... thread that... brought this to you.  Steps.

I don't know her name
I can't remember her ways -
I can't forget her love

shadows in the night
kin kingmakers, silent sons
lost in world ~ with me

A blink and a burn
A world with a future- ash
Sleep til birth relieves

2 comments:

  1. I love your enigmatic haiku, doom. I don't love that you lost so much in less then a year though.

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    foam

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  2. Just know it isn't always what is seen. Patterns in the dark, with the right understanding...

    Transcribed right from the dark side of my heart. It's numb, so... it's s'okay. Well, it's numbing up again just fine, for now, again, anyway.

    The losses? What doesn't kill you... drives you absolutely insane when you go beyond death, but eventually... brings you to humility and a sanity that is out of this world? Something like that. Stronger? Just not in the way one might think.

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