It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
And Don’t I know it, great piece, so true
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Beautiful deep red on this rose 😀
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Thank you.
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Thanks for the haiku and photo, a renga with you:
treasure beauty with the thorns
proximity pricks when touched
Dr. Lim Keng Huat, http://www.wonkywizard.wordpress.com
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Nice. Thanks.
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Thanks. With that approval, I shall publish it in my blog with acknowledgement, and it will be translated in Chinese for more readership.
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Thank you. Will you link it back here?
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Yes, please inform if I fail to link
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