The Tao of Brokenness
A broken hub, thirty spokes
without a center
The wheel couldn’t turn nor
remain upright even if
it could be used
The clay pot with a crack
across the bottom would just
drip and seep, even
if it was needed
An old homestead without
windows doors roof flooring
or the people to
claim it as home
empty of emptiness
because of brokenness
non-existence from
lack of usefulness
each, in its isolation,
an exhilaration
a clarity
the adventure
of broken existence
ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (24+ years/119+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, The Stray Branch, Eye On Life, High Coupe, Shamrock, SCIFAIKUEST, Shemom - ensembles include Concentric Penumbras of the Heart and Tumbleweeds Still Tumbling, released 2013’s anthology The Poets of Bear Creek - beloved wife/poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, worthy assistant Frosty, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)
I really like this poem!
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