There is
an energy
translated in time
unique, quickening
existing to be lost
in expression,
an openness
urges that please
clarity, business
divine dissatisfaction
rushing into lungs,
keeping us
alive.
There is
an energy
translated in time
unique, quickening
existing to be lost
in expression,
an openness
urges that please
clarity, business
divine dissatisfaction
rushing into lungs,
keeping us
alive.
Some call it red 
“divine dissatisfaction”
—a higher Aesthetic alliteration!
“an energy
translated in time
unique, quickening
existing to be lost
in expression…”
— The Crowned-Prince of Bold Ruler down the 73′ Belmont backstretch, breaking away from the tragically valiant and mighty Sham. True, it’s a Thoroughbred reference, but then…only the Poetic comes near to capturing that equine of the gods. 😉
This is not a haiku! What sorcery is this!? I like it. Ain’t got no satisfaction.
Energy flows over, under, side by side, and mostly through us. NICE!
Thank you for coming back to read my latest haiku. I like your poem as well.
Alex