Knowledge is, is not
Secure enough for full trust,
Hidden remains, much.
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Strange, strange, and stranger
The games we all join and play
To avoid boredom.
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Finding it again
An unlikely happening
Still, we keep dreaming.
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There exist moments
Of which none possess knowledge
Even those present.
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Where did we find it?
How were we bound around it?
Why does it exist?
Though it guards it jealously –
Perhaps love knows the answer.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Prompt: I played with Haiku and a Tanka here. Should you wish, do some of your own.
Gratitude:
After days of shortage, I finally slept.
The gift of writing.
The gift of reading.
The presence of my dogs.
The luxury of time alone.
Haphazard Creative 