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)
What a delightful surprise to open your post and find those brown-eyed beauties and their haiku!
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So glad, Liz.
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🙂
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VJ, I hear a Van Morrison song coming on….”ooh, my brown-eyed girl.” Keith
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Now that you mention it, I hear it, too!
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That song might have been on my mind, Keith, lol.
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Lovely comparison!
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Thank you!
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I like this, especially the last line. Thank you for posting this poem.
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Thanks Geri!
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So good: “celestial flirt”
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Thanks!
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks friend!
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You’re welcome friend! 🙂
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They are rather flirty!
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Always catch my eye!
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