A HAIKU AWARENESS TRILOGY
Ignorance darkens.
Thus, be not tunnel-visioned:
Seek wisdom’s bright light.
Lies will mislead you.
As you sojourn, be aware:
Trek towards the truth.
Always seek to know.
It’s said… “not knowing is bad…”
“Not seeking to…worst:-
Calm is strength.
Silence says everything.
Bend, don’t break.
Healed, not hiding.
They didn’t see me coming—
because I never
needed to announce
myself.
Softened, not shrank.
My silence
wasn’t surrender—
it was strategy.
I became too whole
to fit inside
their opinions.
My strength
is a river—
steady, shaping stone.
Not loud,
just unshakable.
I wear peace
like armor.
My crown
is quiet,
but it shines.
I held my fire—
and lit the way.
They built walls;
I planted roots.
They looked down.
I looked within.
I never needed noise
to matter.
I did
what I wanted.
Tongues like knives,
fists full of want,
sparks in silence.
Bruised with need,
kiss or kill,
gripped by the words.
Dance of no retreat,
clash, then cling,
burn before touch.
Still breathing you in,
between fight and fall.
Wanting in spite,
love didn’t leave—
just changed
into fire.
We danced
on the line between
damage and desire.
This is our love,
fire,
teeth,
and everything
in between.
Of time when thoughts,
Wander to school days
When we were just kids,
Blissfully unaware,
Just fun days.
Worried about monsters
Living under our beds,
Running away from
Nap times.
Now,
Years later, just wishing,
Wanting to go back.
Shadow thoughts,
Clinging, never leaving.
To hunting waking nightmares,
Worried about
Monsters in human skin,
Praying for nighttime
To come faster.
Now, just trying to survive,
Just another day.
If we were like words—
Oh we would live forever;
But we are human—
God gave us the words—
That they pour out forever;
We are but vessels—
Words live forever—
Their begetters are like grass:
So be we poets—
gentle evening breeze
honeysuckle perfumed air
promise of summer
inhale of sweetness
floral scent of paradise
memories linger
stars sparkle down smiles
fullness of what is to come
moment eternal
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It was a warm evening. I had just come back from the office. I got out of the car and the scent of honeysuckle enveloped me in magic. It was one of those moments, that you can't describe....so rich...so...full of promise and life....a moment where you are lead to believe that the world is beautiful, the universe close, and eternity in your grasp. This scent brings with it memories. I was filled with bliss. I don't usually do haiku...but...here it is. I hope you enjoy it! Hugs
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