nature’s looking glass—
momentary perfection
fickle as the breeze
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
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Dear Kristen - As an aside - Wish our 'Fickle' world would focus on what 'nature' has given us - rather than fighting over what it has not - J-bud
Well now. Even in haiku-form, your ability, skill, art of capturing the beauty of nature, even when it is fleeting, is flawless. Well done on this, pal!
So beautiful
Beauty! It sure doesn’t last long. 😄 ⛅️
Fickle as a breeze. Loved that line! Such a wonderful Haiku!
Beautiful & meaningful.
beautiful haiku
Love this, my friend, and that last line is perfect!
Oh this is wonderfully done!!
Just lovely 🥰
Oh! That last line brings it together perfectly. Nicely done.
lovely