The rustle of summer
Devil's ivy grows. Geckos rustle through thick greens, summer noon alive. Written for picture prompt challenge : Haiku Frida...
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
The lament of a sister
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Devil's ivy grows. Geckos rustle through thick greens, summer noon alive. Written for picture prompt challenge : Haiku Frida...
It is relaxing doing things alone. No rivalry.
ReplyDeleteThat is one way of looking at it.
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Ah how poignant. I can hear the bittersweet tone in that last line, as the child prepares to catch them alone but not really enjoying it fully. Sigh, single kids. Mine is one.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Shailaja
DeleteLove that last line. Wraps it up so bittersweetly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Todd for your kind words.
DeleteThe last line has so many emotions, loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear. I am really glad to hear such encouraging words from you.
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