Bright Future
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The moon is happy
Dew appears with each morning
Bringing the monk’s hat
With each month passing slowly
I find more and more to learn
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Does each footstep wait
When we cannot take it or
Does it melt away
I can’t see at all today
With patience, I know things change
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We don’t see life in
Everything we do or know
Yet in truth it is
With each lesson dealt in turn
I find myself seeing more
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The blackened sea dies
As sailors piss and moan, so
Was it ever theirs?
I say that I can’t change things
With strength, I will change also
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Does the sky fall when
We don’t watch? It might before
Some catch on, truly
Withered worlds rise before me,
I’ve found so much more to do
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Strangely we live, so
Out of time and step, but no
Tomorrow needs us
I’m scared, but fear can bring change
With perspective, I will grow
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Wildfires are beauty
Consuming itself in scorn,
New love grows gently
Each passing moon casts light on
Bent and broken stepping stones
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Nightly hours, dreamt alone
There is more to learn from you
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Kind
Regards
To create a Renga, one poet writes the first stanza, which is three lines long with a total of seventeen syllables, the same structure as a haiku. The next poet adds the second stanza, a couplet with seven syllables per line. The third stanza repeats the structure of the first (another haiku) and the fourth repeats the second, alternating in this pattern until the poem is completed.