.
from source to soul
detoxify the mirage –
a matrix of lies
.
each train ride –
a tourniquet of boredom
constricting my heart
.
character review:
a blank personality –
my poker face
.
descrying this world
conscientiously objecting
to normalcy
.
methods twist –
where darkness falls – reason lies
invoking nature
.
earth, water, air … fire!
fingers twist conjuring shapes
transforming futures
.
bitter thoughts attack
inaction’s utter violence –
the calm in my eyes
.
the mundane facade
before it is unleashed
prepare for the storm
.
feel the pressure wave:
smell the rain before it falls –
hear the gust – it comes!
.
sliding doors open
silently disappearing
the calm of the night
.
this thread I walk –
this tangled web:
where dost it lead?
.
Haiku-heights theme: storm
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A powerful, poetic drama! Love the expression “matrix of lies”.
I could feel the storm building in each verse and then subside as storms do. Well done!
I hope this is a poetic screenplay or a computer game and not a plan of action for past/present/future! It is atmospheric, image rich, and scarey–maybe I should not have seen the film Hitchcock before reading it.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I wonder should I leave the mystery in suspense?
Unfortunately these times seem to have an excess of troubled characters who take to the internet before committing an atrocity against the innocent as a result of their inability to find peace.
Consequently let me reassure that this is purely poetry, not a plan of annihilation. It does of course blend moments of bitterness, some real and others imagined into a factional / fictional scene and adds real, meteorological, storms that I have encountered.
However, I find that there is some, small, compliment in your wondering!
Certainly. Tho I wonder, under the expression of the bored (which you are not ) and apocalyptic vision, is there a vision of a future as in Mao’s certainty (and the jury is still out, I think) that he who could destroy could also build? (Feeding the hungry may be a step along the way.)
the day after your comment I read – and was moved by this:
http://au.news.yahoo.com/world/a/-/world/15535284/hero-instructor-fought-son-arrow-attack/
I see many that destroy and wonder! Do they not see: there is no skill in the mindless destruction they perpetrate; in the absence of the ability to build, the power they seek to demonstrate, more than absent, is ridiculed.
very nice set of haiku, I am curious where would it lead to…
on this, sensei says the mind of the whistlingninja is ‘a labyrinth of mandrake roots’.