Life Haiga

Understand the past

And hope for the future but

Live in the present

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 7 – February 7th – Theme: Life Form: Paint/Write your Imagination on an Image for the theme.

Don't Forget to Feed the Cat, Dr. Schrödinger

image courtesy of Magpie Tales

Worlds divide

With each decision we make

Splintering fractals

With each turn of the cylinder

Left or right

The kaleidoscope beads shift

Morphing one pattern

Into another

A few degrees clockwise

There's a bit more red

And you're a suburban mom with three kids

A few degrees counter

And some blue appears

You're a dancer struggling with an eating disorder

Make a complete circle

And now 

You see more green

You're the top telemarketer for credit card insurance

And you still live with your mom 

And a collection of comic books and porn

When you see one pattern

Where are the others?

When a choice is made

Are the others gone?

Or are they just waiting elsewhere?

submitted for Magpie Tales 63

Footsteps in Sand

image from Haiku Challenge, Day 8

Feet step in soft sand
Waves wash in,out; leave behind
Life-tiny tide pools. 

The Lucky Ones

Photo: Rabbit's Den 

And we were the lucky ones
We made it through our childhoods unscathed
Perhaps there was the stray hand on our knee
     underneath the dinner table at Thanksgiving
Or the overly friendly hug
     from a teacher
But we were lucky
We were not the faces on the milk cartons
We were not the bodies found
     desecrated and dead

We were the lucky ones
Our youth didn't die in shotgun weddings
     to boys we didn't love
Nor in back alley nightmares
     from which we might never return
We were lucky
Our nightmares were bright and antiseptic
Wake up, wipe our eyes, and carry on
We had no right to cry

We were the lucky ones
Our bodies were not battered
Perhaps our souls were shattered
Maybe we've been betrayed
     by lovers' lies or dreams that died                       
But we were lucky
Our children had a home
No bruises, no broken bones

We were the lucky ones
We were pale and weak
And lost our hair
But we were lucky
Our hearts still beat inside our ruined chests
Our hands still create beauty
     though we are no longer beautiful
We sing for those
     who lost the battle we still fight
And we were the lucky ones