Another chance for perfect balance, harmony comes twice a year. At least up in the heavens. If I could be in perfect balance, I would be stuck in place. Instead, I am a clock that skips the seconds, hangs on hours. I am a teeter out of totter, bouncing in the wind. I am discordance in fast forward, with no melody.
The sun will have
to harmonize
without me.
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Love, love the haiku!
I am a teeter out of totter, too.😅
So nicely done, Nolcha, especially the idea of being ‘a clock that skips the seconds, hangs on hours’. The haiku sums up how I feel at the moment too.
I wonder if being in harmony with the clock really makes any sense
Love your metaphors, especially a "teeter out of totter." Wonderfully done!