The Trilogy of My Life: Series of Haikus By Sarah Kate Daskal
As a young child, everything is a wonder:
Cold, freezing, frigid
I have seen the falling rain
Calming, comfort, fall
But as you get older, these wonders become artificial:
Carousel riding
Round and round the children go
Lulling through the night
You accept the manufactured treasures, attempting to find wonder in them:
Piano music
my fingers slip from the keys
notes fall to the ground
And in finding worth in what is manmade, you destroy the greatest wonder of all:
Yourself