Trials
I.
The circuitous
route from my heart to yours is
this labyrinthine maze;
II.
No words can describe
the weight, the depth, the breadth — like
reckless breath and gaze.
III.
All words imperfect,
thoughts are mere formulation
corrupting the pure:
IV.
love. It must burn you —
test you — Before you can be
absolutely sure.
This post was prompted by the Genre Haiku Challenge on this blog. Follow that link to find out more and participate!
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Beautiful, I especially like number 1… =)
Thank you, it was a word in that one that got this post started. 🙂
Was it heart, or labrinythine?
Circuitous; I picked it up from a haiku posted on Twitter, after commenting to the author how it was fit as a four-syllable word, whereas many people might fit it as three. Then I found the word rolling around in my head and not too long after these haiku had popped right out!