Gossamers wandering upon a current of atmosphere,

complex in form, eloquent in movement, yet faltering in ephemeral time like a

Senescent Spartan enveloped in blood and the pain of a,

life whose purpose has been pummeled by raw encounters—divots and dents, left rapt by a field of

Flowers and weeds on a path to a providence stranger than,

fables that convinced youthful fantasy to dream whilst awake yet asleep within a reality of dull but

Colorful pastels of downhearted pigments from innocence,

brushed across canvases stretched thin on old frail frames—warping—fractured gussets, cracking glue,

circumstance tests all the tenderness deep down inside of the,

Hearts we all carry,

Gluttons for hope and passion—

Imperiled through life.

I wrote this poem in the form of a haibun, which I’ve written in alternating lines of dactylic pentameter and prose, ending into a haiku as is tradition of haibun poems. Writing in this prosimetric form was a fun challenge.