Life flows in cyclical rhythm
biorhythm
cycles of change
time rearrange
In prime of life what shall we choose?
Wear the best shoes?
Pies in the skies?
Wide open eyes!
Accepting that I'm getting old
my thoughts turn bold
less compromise
I'm in my eyes
blossom sprouts unfold
flowers thaw into honeycomb ~
coupling pulses brim
Written: August 13, 2022
Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
It was biological
And yet, bioillogical.
Enough mountain dew to fill a pool
And blindness tempted three times daily
Should have killed any chance I had
To behold her eyes
And within them, that infinite Milky Way.
What a curious thing she was and is, and am
All yawning, skinny and small.
Covered in hair, still a chimpanzee
On the wrong side of evolution
But in the cradle an angel,
And in my arms my saving grace
When she raises that voice
And severs my ties to a life gone by
I let it fall away into the pages
To be pressed, preserved and savored
On holidays and birthdays
Because one day, when my heart skips out on the beat
Hers will play lead, and everyone will dance
To the biorhythm,
To the biohymn.
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