Friday, September 12, 2014
Haiku Friday: Your Road
Sometimes here at the Razor, we go general. That's the deal today. Haiku about your path… up to this point, or in the future.
Here, I will go first:
Detroit was a grid, but
Built over l'Enfant's spokes
And old trails; at once.
Now it is your turn…
Five syllables. Then seven. Then five.
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I stop, turn, and look.
The long road that brought me here
winds back through my past.
Many forks, dead ends.
Love, war, fate, chance changed the way.
And Her. Always Her.
I took Frost's road once,
jumped the fence and left the path,
towards uncharted land.
The road less traveled
was still a road, after all.
Simply seeking more.
All I wanted was
a life less ordinary.
Seek and ye shall find.
No way to go back.
This is a one-way road, boy.
Leave the past behind.
Turn, face the unknown.
Brace against the wind, and step.
My horizon waits.
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The long road that brought me here
winds back through my past.
Many forks, dead ends.
Love, war, fate, chance changed the way.
And Her. Always Her.
I took Frost's road once,
jumped the fence and left the path,
towards uncharted land.
The road less traveled
was still a road, after all.
Simply seeking more.
All I wanted was
a life less ordinary.
Seek and ye shall find.
No way to go back.
This is a one-way road, boy.
Leave the past behind.
Turn, face the unknown.
Brace against the wind, and step.
My horizon waits.
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