The Brazen Bard

Expeditions are risky.

Moonflowers unfold
beauty into darkness
from which stanzas of our lives
flow down the page.
Or not. Much too can be said
in a short haiku.
Or what follows may hollow
that first line which knows not
steps to be taken, nor conclusions.
Over-confident poets may unlock
unexpected vulnerability
as they grasp for meaning,
fortunate if they finally
understand the question,
and dig free some deeper truth
to dangle mid-utterance,
threat to convenient resolution.

Do I scribe these lines
or does Mystery wield
the pen that inks my days?
And if it is some God,
what has she discovered
about herself?

©2020 Kenneth W. Arthur