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Saturday, August 31, 2013

Haiku - Lonesome


Damp winds ruffle my soul.
A rainy august evening snatched her away,
Forever. Cold clammy fathoms stare.

19 comments:

  1. Ah. Wonderfully chilling.

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  2. we DID write at opposites, didn't we? Well written, Ruby. Beautifully sad.

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  3. Such a beautiful little poem. Thank you for linking up with Trifecta this weekend.

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  4. In just a few words you conveyed deep loss and emptiness.

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  5. That damp wind of yours is ruffling my soul! Beautiful, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. It is so good to hear such encouraging words

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  6. Ruby, you write so nicely! :D

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    1. Thank you so much Linda. It is encouraging to hear such kind words from you

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  7. Cold clammy fathoms?

    That was cool.

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    1. Thank you so much Jenny. It is so good to hear from you

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