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(CityGirl by monislawa via deviantArt)

The weakness comes in waves
When it washes
I am faced with two choices, swim or succumb.
Do I endure or cave to my own desire?
The latter is pure instant pleasure
So I succumb
The need subsides – temporarily
The weakness creeps in again
I can see it watching me
I feel it poking me, tempting me
I taste it as I swallow
I know it is there, stalking me
It can be overwhelming
All encompassing
Insurmountable
The weakness comes in waves

Sometimes we bend the rules...The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/

Janet

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  1. Andy SewinaJune 25, 2009

    Hi Janet, love your poem! I like the way you managed to sandwich it between the first and last lines!!

    As for the rules of The NaiSaiKu Challenge? We don't really have any rules, but the general guideline is as follows:(1)A NaiSaiKu is usually two Haiku length stanzas with a capitalised title sandwiched between them.(2) The second stanza is usually a reverse of the first.(3)Each stanza is usually seventeen syllables or less.(4)Sometimes the title doubles as the third line of the first stanza and the first line of the second.

    Thanks for taking The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

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  2. Kenia SantosJune 25, 2009

    You poem is beautiful and sensitive. I've been there many times before, so I can totally sense the movement. I agree weakness comes in waves but so do all the other feelings, we don't need to choose this one! Funny as it may seem, I posted about these negative waves some time ago, this is the link in case you want to read it http://diariosdefilosofia.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-sobreviver-um-tsunami-how-to.html

    What else can I say, my sweet friend... I can't do much from where I am, but you should know you can be sure you're in my prayers and my best thoughts - I always direct good energies towards you and the girls. All my love to you Janet! Take care and never lose that smile. :*

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  3. Tumblewords:June 26, 2009

    A lovely piece, lyrical with longing.

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  4. Lagean EllisJune 29, 2009

    You do such a wonderful job with the NaiSaiKu Challenge. You have such a natural talent.

    I have tagged you at my blog. If you'd like to play: www.lageanellis.blogspot.com

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  5. Janet JarrellJune 29, 2009

    Andy - thank you for your kind comments and clarifying those rules for me. I hope you don't mind if I still bend them with the most poetic of respect.

    Kenia - Love hearing from you as always. This poem, as the feeling, came in a wave - I think the key is to catch a ride on it without drowning.

    Tumblewords - always a pleasure.

    Gena - I'm heading right over - put the coffee on...:)

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  6. zoya gautamJune 30, 2009

    .. a beautifully simple poem -

    perhaps as simple as a cup of tea ..

    _ then it makes u think ..

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