(Warning: trigger) It wasn’t for want of terror – inexplicable horror caused me to quake There was no one to hear – a remote lair, boarded ensured the perfect crime Even in the aftermath – self erased, movement adrenalin automaton Even then, no sound, voice stifled by guilt certainty blame was mine Art of dissociation […]
Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death.
In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)
we must have been on the same wavelength again VJ as I had the word ‘fuchsia’ in my head last night – I just need to think what to do with it!
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Love it when that happens!
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Beautiful, V.J. 💕
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😘🙏
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Beautiful. 😀
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Thanks
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Beautiful Haiku..
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Thank you!
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Ah, such a beautiful haiku.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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