What we have become…

it was a large pond,

for all of us to drift,

preordained, to subsist, eat,

and share things of need,

be with each other, bicker,

yet always together,

despite of one’s color-

teal, orange, white, or red,

living in the perpetuity of harmony,

.

but what has become of us,

some grew up to be corpulent,

ripping off the skin of others,

there are those who bloat,

while others are left famished,

within the scrutiny, of

an interminable war of power,

crimson, bronze, grey, or pink,

water riddled, with blood stings,

.

intended to be fish spirits,

we ensued to be vultures

.

* For Friday Fictioneers.

Hanabi (Fireworks) Haiku

gleaming bright colors

hued with the paints of sparkle

fireworks in the sky

~

fun festival times

a play of fire all around

the burning night skies

~

radiant ablaze

reflecting back the beauty

still river waters

~

the dusk approaches

warding off evil spirits

with glazing fireworks

~

across river bank

looking for the hanabi

come hoards of tourists

~

a boom and a bang

piercing silence of the dark

the lights of glory

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.