confession is all:
it is what my poetry is,
and that is my life.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
Reminder "You do not seem to understand," they'd say "That rivers are wide, and are not so easily crossed, we fear, they ...
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The Opera The eyes of the firing-squad are aimed with lashed cross-hairs for now we, the chorus, all look like oiled up black ducks in a ro...
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Life is as beautiful as a poetry as of your haiku.
ReplyDeleteNice thought!
and so it is ~
ReplyDeletelovely haiku~
very true for all poets! lovely haiku! ♥
ReplyDeleteA bold and confident confession!! :)
ReplyDeletenice! so simple yet effective! ;)
ReplyDeleteOur work is an extension of therapy -- often a cathartic one! Great job!!
ReplyDeleteConfessing through poetry and writing can be so liberating. Thanks for the beautiful haiku.
ReplyDeletewell said in such simple words :)
ReplyDeleteVery simple and yet a great write...:)
ReplyDeletehttp://sandhyaguptamp.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession.html
It's hard to hide much if you're a poet!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I can relate to this :)
ReplyDeletewhat a real confession that is :-)
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