Half-Arsed Haiku – 21 Jan 2015

Dance of the Mayflies (c) meteormoe

 

On Realising We Have to Carpe Our Diems

This mayfly life – don’t hold back,
spread your wings, dance now, for
June may never come.

 

 

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku a Day #128

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The Fly

Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die

― William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience