Holding the balance
Four Haiku, one whole, one life.
I hold fire gently.
A Passion too tightly held
Turns warmth to burning.
I let water flow,
My fingers bend like willow
Letting the trunk hold.
In rich earth I spread
Knuckle deep, a loose claw hand,
Palms facing skyward.
Air, I touch lightly,
Remembering feelings too,
Of warmth, movement, strength.
About the Creator
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60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
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Comments (4)
So relaxing! Feelings of just going with the flow of things is what I came away with. ☺️👏 Stupendous poem Hannah!!
I love seeing what is deep in a profile, like a secret. This was an excellent choice. Beautiful flow and deep emotion
🤩 Very crafty and vivid. Loved it!
I really like this, takes you on a journey through the earth and the elements. Very well written! Subscribing!