A Game of Cat's

Isn't it perfect that 

life is just a stream of X's and O's?

Each one blocking out the other as they go.

..

Doesn't it just makes sense 

that all that we see in front of us are 

cancellations, one after the other?

..

It's a string of blackout-poetry, 

and we didn't know that all the words we obscured 

and covered up contained the original meaning of life.

..

Haven't you wondered if it was true 

that who you are is just replaced 

moment by moment with someone else?

..

And this abstract version of things 

that you're trying to understand is just 

an infuriating game of cat's

that no one seems to be able to win.

Ephemeral Architecture 28/30

Life is a delicate structure,

Built upon ephemeral architecture. 

This transient space 

we call time; the framework. 

A short-lived experience endlessly eclipsing itself. 

In this Air I'll Shine 24/30

From water I'll come,

To breathe a new kind of light.

In this air I'll shine.

Leaving Marks 19/30

Of worries I've shared many. 

Some thrown to winds,

Some dashed to dust,

Leaving marks,

With ancient rust. 

Today's #NaPoWriMo Prompt is write a Landay. 

Landays are 22-syllable couplets, generally rhyming. The form comes from Afghanistan. 

Modified Haiku in The Key of Sea - in three parts 17/30

#NaPoWriMo haiku challenge-4:9:4

Modified Haiku in The Key of Sea

In three parts

I

Another wave 

Won't stop for the shore because it can't. 

Energy's curse. 

II

Compulsive bursts 

Spit up the underbellies of thoughts

Then back to sea. 

III

Then back to shore 

Then back to sea, a marriage of fates

Without a truce. 

All at Once Yet Never Together 15/30

Heart and mind. 

                                   A metaphor murmuring 

                                                          And melting evermore

                             Into puddles of 

       Desire and despair. 

    Always all at once yet never together. 

                            Which one could stand alone?

As the sea and the shore join endlessly 

                                                         Rock by pebble by 

                              Sand to silt. 

         I am left to reflect how the 

                                           Waning tide suffers 

                                                                          no remorse 

                                                       As it leaves me. 

                                                                    Returning later, 

                                           It will not grieve that

I have gone.