The Paradox of Impossibility

some dots should not be connected,
some lines never drawn,
where wanting is consequence preceding cause,
where folly is tomorrow’s aversion to turn, to pause,
where one cry meets another, not in silence,
but in the birthing throes of a scream,
where one fire meets another, not in the dark,
but in the conflagration of a dream;
some lines should not be connected,
some boxes never drawn,
where truth is the preoccupation of failure,
where love is the extravagance of loss,
where words leave secrets, not in perfidy ,
but with the indifference of impiety,
where faith leaves hearts, not in discord,
but in the paradox of impossibility;
some boxes should not be connected,
some patterns never drawn,
some dots should not be connected,
some lines never drawn.

Impossible

tonight’s last moonbeam
eager for dawn’s gentle touch
impossible love

For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #42 (Love&Last)
April:#42- 29/30

#48

Between us,
the cold silhouette
of silence,
chewing the end
of night’s sequinned shawl,
swatting stubborn debris
of impossible expectations.

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For the Poetry Jam prompt: Impossibility
April:#17- 10/30