February 7, 2017 by petrujviljoen
I offered you my past. Stupid, naive, blind. Meant it as a gift. To aid your understanding; your insight into the condition of another.Child. You took it. You added grit. Kneaded it into a consistency to your own likeness. You let it harden over a period of time. Then you stoned me with it.
When I came to I got up from where I was felled. I’ve grown beyond the point where I remain. Soiled. I’m tired, though. There’s another room in my house…
Awash with silver
gifted light of summer’s moon –
matter dissolves to ether
Footnote: I edited this post today, 2 October 2017. The title changed from MW mpu to Resolute as that is the way it will appear in a future anthology which should appear quite soon. The last line of the haiku changed from ‘lead softens to gold’ to ‘matter dissolves to ether’. Petru.