Closing eyes listening to my surroundings
With words in the mind that can't come out
A feeling of danger sinking under water
Grasping with an intent to.follow the words
Help, please help I need someone close
The feeling of free flowing fall, or just an abyss
Deep rooted in our chest craves the moment
The relief of one consciousness driven down
The ora of ones pain becomes all
The worst of all it becomes that experience
Shake, shaking deep within tugging the soul
Pain rivals through and through instinctively
Opening the door to a new life and goal
But when you open your eyes
Your pulled back to reality and begin
Begin to do what Humanity is suppose to do
BREATH!
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Deliberately Flawed
Makers of pottery, rug weavers too,
from varied cultures- plan each design;
create flawed patches in work that they do-
since only God is perfection, divine.
The Navaho weave rugs with broken lines-
this facade showcases imperfect art;
as humans, they leave illusion- small signs-
spirit lines where weaver souls can depart.
So, inside their art, they hide the mask
of those defects well, not to detract
from beauty- and weave within every task
a strand of yarn- torn, a tiny bead- cracked.
Blessings of their imperfection- embrace;
seeking to match God's perfection- disgrace.
June 16, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Prompt - Flawed
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 06/24/2021
Required Words:
flawed, broken, facade, imperfect,
illusion, mask, torn, cracked
Deliberately Horn Haiku
Deliberately
Each Horn haiku has been done
Have much joy and fun.
Jim horn
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Deliberately she goes to the rasberries
Quietly, softly moves the foot of the lady
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Seeing what if anything changed overnight
Elegant even adorned in loose gown
With silver flip-flops on those plump feet
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Grasp, rinse, eat just the food needed for now
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