(each stanza is a haiku - I think I’m in a Haiku phase)
I never think of
drinking tea - that's just not
me - but I like it
there are a thousand
things like that which define us
- our many small choices
Are our passions choices?
"Our wild passions instruct us"
- said wise Shakespeare.
I don't choose to
quicken my heart at the sight
of one special boy
so I'm not sure
how that works, the pushes and pulls
of attractions grab
But the effect stills
and taxes the heart like maple
syrup thickened blood
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
(each stanza is a haiku - I think I’m in a Haiku phase)
I never think of
drinking tea - that's just not
me - but I like it
there are a thousand
things like that which define us
- our many small choices
Are our passions choices?
"Our wild passions instruct us"
- said wise Shakespeare.
I don't choose to
quicken my heart at the sight
of one special boy
so I'm not sure
how that works, the pushes and pulls
of attractions grab
But the effect stills
and taxes the heart like maple
syrup thickened blood
what quickens the heart? I don't think it's a choice.
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