Open the door on a new-fangled year. Somehow it seems unclear who is going on. Will a pose be stuck to endear, or are all acts sheared away.
Maybe everything is unformed as the void was before the Word gave life. Words are the tools to sculpt the way, whatever means each day.
1
I
Light the
Chalice
With a
Headstrong
Libation
From
Somewhere
Distinct
In memory
And moment,
Motion
To see
You
Again.
2
The work
Never stops,
The war to
Keep together
What battles
Left me;
Meaning confused
By voices,
Whether his or
Mine,
Unknown.
3
I sing
Like,
Maybe,
Someone
Would
Take
Interest,
Still,
As usual
I am plagued
By fear
And doubt –
The both
Block
My
Music
Out.
4
Sleep,
Soft ones,
So dear –
Life is
A balmy
Evening,
Where ravens
Appear.
One through three are tanka; four is a haiku. I gave them unconventional line breaks to add emphasis.
PROMPT
Consider something you have created; take it to another medium or form. Please do not presume to know what you make until you take directions you did not first use.
Appreciation
1. Even when I fall, I find the way.
2. What no one knows.
3. Still learning.
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