thoughts in a breeze

Exodus

Like an axe, I start.
My own thoughts, the tree, and my
own mind, the orchard.

Swinging with fury,
I clear the trees. Ideas
escape my close grasp.

Swing-hit. Swing-hit. The
trees fall down without a hitch.
My mind is clear now.

I leave a tree or
two. A small oasis of
thoughts. The axe is done.

Dead bark floods the ground
and splinters the cold earth. My
once great forest dies.

I rest beneath a
tree, its great leaves as my shade.
I'll sleep here for now...

anOmis

really nice writting!

Aqualang

That is so original, some lovely images there. I never thought of ideas like trees in the orchard of the mind that can be cut down... more like voices that die with time if you want them to but can never die out if the will is strong. I loved the small oasis of thoughts... )))

Exodus

thanks guys....
this is actually the only haiku i've ever written that i didn't hate,.
well...series of them i guess.

lifeisworth

eight fingers under thumbs
gripped tight the axe's handle
knuckles whitened
air sliced
edges bit
through bark set deep in warped resistance
another slice
white flesh flew
to land and rest among the blades
sap
gushed
to close the channels
and ambered
in the glowing sun

of_the_girl

this peice of work is great
the choppiness of the sentences that break to form the haiku
are symbolic in a way
of the chopping of the wood
i think you made good use of your form
and your words
all combined to make an excellent piece.
Thanks for sharing this, I really enjoyed it.

Exodus

well i enjoy that you enjoyed it