More Haikus . . .
Justice
Truthfully severe
Her iron mallet, revered
But kindly and fair
Wheel of Fortune
Fate seems to spin all
its mockery at whim, but
discriminates none
The Hierophant
I know the surface,
what’s beneath the Earth’s carcass,
and all that’s conscious
The knight of wands is pulled — passion
The ten of wands is pulled — burden
Look at her, so infused with energy she’ll do anything. She takes pleasure in it.
Wholly inspired by it. Some say she’s sick with masochism, but they’re
simply jealous of her activism, her idealism, her passion prison—
(yes, she’s built herself that prison, just wait till her light dims)
She sees the sun shining every day; still cloudy? She imagines
it anyway. (sometimes, she imagines those heated rays
burning her; sometimes she imagines serpents
slithering up her.) If you need anything
ask her anything. She’s a valiant helper
(never talking of how it burdens her.
Sometimes, she lays flat on rancid,
dusty floors, imagining herself
a carpet at the door. She never
minds being stepped on, she’d
just rather not be torn.
So she becomes worn).
Look at her, so
infused with
energy, she
‘ll do any
thing.
She
tak
es
pl
es
su
re
i
n
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t.
Look at her, so infused with energy she’ll do anything. She takes pleasure in it.
Wholly inspired by it. Some say she’s sick with masochism , but they’re
simply jealous of her activism, her idealism, her passion prison—
(yes, she’s built herself that prison , just wait till her light dims)
She sees the sun shining every day; still cloudy? She imagines
it anyway. (sometimes, she imagines those heated rays
burning her; sometimes she imagines serpents
slithering up her.) If you need anything
ask her anything. She ’s a valiant helper
(never talking of how it burdens her.
Sometimes, she lays flat on rancid,
dusty floors, imagining herself
a carpet at the door. She never
minds being stepped on, she’d
just rather not be torn.
So she becomes worn).
Look at her, so
infused with
e n ergy, she
‘ll d o any
thing.
She
tak
es
pl
es
su
re
i
n
i
t.
The five of swords
At betrayals foot;
it revels in violence.
Vengeance, dethrone it.
Nine of cups
Finally, triumph
Happy days upon your gaze
Only at deceit’s cost
Four of cups
Gold blinds— still so fine,
Glittering vessels— empty,
Dangerous Splendor
The six of wands is pulled
Mind restless/ body defenseless/ journey endless/ this is our hero/
Crows kick up a wind/ outside/ the wind pushes the hero/ faster/ on his horse/ it gallops like thunder/ this is how the hero goes/
There is a fence/ stretching out/ long across/ a coast/ a meadow/ a canyon/ anything that the mind supplies/ the body survives/ long enough to complete/ the valiant/ endeavor/ this is where the hero goes
Empty heart/ lonely soul/ all this perseverance to fulfill/ them/ both/ need time to settle/ this is why the hero goes/
He will do anything/ to meet the challenge/ is great/ honor full/ ignoring the omen/ in the sky/ six crows/ on the ground/ arrogance/ for show/ this is for the hero’s selfish woes//
The 10 of cups – family
Death – closure, change
The 7 of cups – “illusionary fears,” revelation
There he comes / the hunter / come to butcher / my flock / one down / two / three / all family gone to bleed / That hunter / he comes / mounted / on a horse skinned of its / skin / there’s no skin / and soon the skin of my flock / will rot / six feet under dirt / The skulled hunter / his skulled mount / they’re both so much like / our skulled flock / How many more birds / should be shot with stones / until we turn the stones / Seasons go / some birds don’t go / beyond their youth / This is the phantom / crow / that haunts me / its bad omens / burden me / like the weight of my fallen flock.
The Lovers: harmony, love, companionship, dependence
Beauty among the rose bushes, come find me. There in the rose bushes, come find me. We sing in different tones, yet they complement. Each other. We find each other among the rose bushes. A petal for your thoughts? In return keep my thorn. By my delicate petal, I’ll be your valiant thorn. Together we’ll be a rose harmoniously blooming in happiness, wilting in sadness. And in happiness again, dispersing our love through wind, water, and gravity. So that more may grow among the rose bushes.
As roads come and go, I’ll wander them with you. Wade through water. Clutch your hand. I want to have your hand. Forever. Two protons break the fusion barrier to be together. One nucleus. Can you handle it? Do you comprehend your ensnarement to me? Eternally. Right now, eternity doesn’t seem long enough.
But let’s make it real here under roosting crows. Soon we’ll find our own place to rest. After all the wandering, wading, and clutching your hand. To be with you.
Making love under the moon. It’s something lovers do. Every time I think I know where you end and where you begin. It slithers from my grasp. You know how to make me focus. On being enthralled by you. Even after we’re tired after hours of vibrant affection. You still turn my head. Roll it against the pillow. To you. The moon rises above you. Ethereal. I can’t help but think the moon must have blessed me with you. As lovers do.
Happy belated Valentine’s <3
