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Sep 2016
Gauche is hiking down
Through tangled red forest on
Venus mons, prize waits

The land parts widely
The spring is already running
anticipation

Gauche lingers on rise
The ground trembles in want
Gauche travels downhill

The canyon is slick
The walls quiver joyously
A cave is ahead

Gauche is tempted by
His brother calls from uphill
Wait, the ground growls loud

Droit has found a peak
He wishes to explore in
distance another

Gauche climbs back to rise
Lingers there, Droit makes summit
The ground hums in joy

Labbra arrives climbs
Other peak, breathes heavily
Sups on dew at peak

Gauche returns to cave
Enters, earthquake, happens now
Labbra devours

Droit clings to the peak
Gauche darts in and out of cave
Labbra hikes downward

Gauche climbs to peak which
Labbra left, he continues
Down the valley, thirst

Labbra reaches rise
Rests here for a while, ground squirms
Moves toward the cave

More quakes begin now
Droit and Gauche squeeze and cling tight
Labbra drinks at spring

The ground quiets down now
The brothers leave for now
Knight appears, sword drawn

Knight approaches cave
Sword drawn, he enters, ground moans
The brothers return

Labbra meets his match
Further to the north, agape
Entwined they join

Peaks reoccupied
The brothers Knead the ground
The cave closes in

Knight attacks with sword
The ground squeezes tight
Sword plunges faster

The ground erupts then
The sword breaks and leaks, cave fills
All leave now to sleep

Epic ecstasy
Contented dreams occupy
The minds rest renewed.
Droit and gauche, French for right and Left, labbra is Italian for lips. An experiment in haiku flow.  © 9 months ago
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Doug Potter and ryn
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