Thursday, March 26, 2009

My Master is like a rock


five stone haiku

unseen intruder
yet the annoying pebble
shapes my footsteps

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over-laiden cart
finds an unexpected rock
to be unsettling

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at unmarked crossroad
a moss-covered pointed rock
might be a guide-post

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to till my garden
I throw the hardened clay clumps
at an upright rock

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the calm, deep river
cleft by obdurant boulder
churns the still waters

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