My latest original five-line poem, as inspired by my favorite poem, the famed haiku by Kobayashi Issa:
So this world of dew
is a world of dew.
And yet … and yet ….
Lifting
I breathed a world of dense fog for years
inhaling and exhaling the warts that came along
until they became my identity and the fog my vision;
and yet, still I breathed, until one day, the fog cleared.
All that was left was an uncertain tomorrow. But tomorrow.
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