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.
The war to
Whether his or
I am plagued
And doubt –
So dear –
One through three are tanka; four is a haiku. I gave them unconventional line breaks to add emphasis.
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.
1. Even when I fall, I find the way.
2. What no one knows.
3. Still learning.
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