I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.
"Water" is today's prompt.
Twenty six days, twenty six haiku.
beyond the welkin
the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step
the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do
since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin
men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn
men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings
ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human
torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men
finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims
empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change
men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love
strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over
beautiful and damned
men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men
if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning
love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied
men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak
lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age
winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs
pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew
a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case
men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home
men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved
life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult
tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith
when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up
when your soul is dry
when you walk in wilderness
He will quench your thirst
To be continued tomorrow...
Sasha A. Palmer
"Water" is today's prompt.
Twenty six days, twenty six haiku.
beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushedthe commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step
the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do
since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin
men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn
men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings
ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human
torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men
finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims
empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change
men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love
strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over
beautiful and damned
men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men
if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning
love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied
men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak
lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age
winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs
pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew
a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case
men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home
men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved
life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult
tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith
when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up
when your soul is dry
when you walk in wilderness
He will quench your thirst
To be continued tomorrow...
Sasha A. Palmer
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