Monday, June 20, 2011

blind haiku

where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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7 comments:

  1. UnknownJune 20, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    Sadly true...
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/20/blue-melancholy/

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  2. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJune 21, 2011 at 1:43 AM

    true words.
    Cheers.

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  3. Cassiopeia RisesJune 21, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.


    Melanie

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  4. BubbaJune 23, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    There are things the blind can see better than the sighted, but those who've blind themselves see little, if anything.

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  5. M. RekaJune 23, 2011 at 2:17 PM

    Beautifully written!
    Haiku Poems

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  6. AnonymousJune 24, 2011 at 10:42 AM

    So true, beautiful. You are so good capturing emotion and depth into a few lines

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  7. bttrflyscarJune 24, 2011 at 12:10 PM

    :)

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