The Unbearable Lightness of Being - A Feather?

This is for Poppy's prompt #9. Do join in the front here!

We often think of feathers in a pleasant light. Soft and downy, they are indispensable to our pillows and a good night’s sleep.

But they are also temporal. Therefore I explore the Keatsian nature of transience - that everything is temporary.

Feathers represent our fear of aging. We consider the delicate nature of trust when we think of light feathers - sadly, the people closest to us turn on us when circumstances are difficult.

Love, like a feather, can be fleeting. So is happiness. But through it all, the resilience of the delicate feather remains.

Enjoy these Haikus.

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Feather in the Wind

Breezing through forgotten Graves

Fading into dust

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Softness slowly wanes

Feather crumples over time

Deep creases showing

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Feather floats on air

Dances lightly, with pure joy

Steps hauntingly brief

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Feather breezes quick

Weightless, fragile, nearly torn

Easily betrayed

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Feather drifts to ground

White softness; sheer but present

The form never tears.