Portmanteau Haiku

December 24, 2011
By ThePoet GOLD, Jacobus, Pennsylvania
ThePoet GOLD, Jacobus, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Credo qui absurdum est- I believe it because it is absurd.

Weary, he plods on, baggage on his back.
The veins of his hand have twisted like a vine
Around the bulky weight, saying, "It is mine."
Still, he stands apart, more than one of a kine.

Compassion massages his taut sinews, yet,
Weary, he plods on, baggage on his back.
Lesser men would have long ago lost his bet,
Yet, perversely, he holds on, drowning in sweat.

His eyes' red thunderbolts weep, "What is this for?
To what profit is this never-ending war?"
Weary, he plods on, baggage on his back,
Ev'rything in him crying, "No more! No more!"

What demons is he fighting back in his head?
Is he fighting alone? Is he almost dead?
Would release bring wings to those heels cast of lead?
Weary, he plods on, baggage on his back.

The author's comments:
The title is a parody of "haikus" that have correct form, but that miss the entire idea of capturing an instant. This poem lacks the correct form, but encapsulates the Eastern basis for haiku.

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