Friday, September 12, 2014

 

Haiku Friday: Your Road


Sometimes here at the Razor, we go general.  That's the deal today.  Haiku about your path… up to this point, or in the future.  

Here, I will go first:

Detroit was a grid, but
Built over l'Enfant's spokes
And old trails; at once.

Now it is your turn… 

Five syllables.  Then seven.  Then five.


Comments:
On my plane flying
between two continents,
ever traveling.
 
Corporate work bee
In my mind a missionary
But - how to find path?
 
Turning around quick
I see switchbacks, steep slopes
But so much beauty.
 
"Slow: Freshly oiled road"
Gravel grinding under tires -
Ah, the country life!
 
We live along an
old Indian Trading Path
No arrowheads yet.....
 
I stop, turn, and look.
The long road that brought me here
winds back through my past.

Many forks, dead ends.
Love, war, fate, chance changed the way.
And Her. Always Her.

I took Frost's road once,
jumped the fence and left the path,
towards uncharted land.

The road less traveled
was still a road, after all.
Simply seeking more.

All I wanted was
a life less ordinary.
Seek and ye shall find.

No way to go back.
This is a one-way road, boy.
Leave the past behind.

Turn, face the unknown.
Brace against the wind, and step.
My horizon waits.


 
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