The Haiku Master

The skies grow dark, storm clouds brew,
Rogue wave swamps the rickety junk,
Japanese Poet writes Haiku
Floating around on wooden hunk,
Tempest raging, the vessel sunk,
Clinging to hope and broken board,
With unwavering faith of a monk,
His lot in life was underscored
By foul weather that down-poured,
By driving rains that would not cease,
Fate made the man a humble ward
Of World ruled by chaos and caprice
And yet this man gave not to fear
He always found a way to persevere

T J Therien

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