This thing called trust

§ April 9th, 2013 § Filed under haiku, National Poetry Month, the creative process § Tagged , , § Add a comment

Trust, a fragile bird
rides the swinging buzzing wire
until it flies off.

jittery bird, trust,
it cocks its head to the wire
and finally, bolts

Says the jittery:
you can’t talk your way out of
what your actions tell.

Trust is not fickle
its long remembering heart
holds everything close.

I think I’m still playing off the idea of “there is hope in a comma”. Maybe I’m looking for a semicolon? Or a full stop?

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