The spirit lingers
The oceans breathe, tides rush in
Waves swallow this flesh
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The oceans breathe, tides rush in
Waves swallow this flesh
Linking with RonovanWrites
The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on hips, head held high, The silken gown, barely there, A tilt of neck, balanced well, The sultry glance, timed right, Perfect half twirl, played twice, With a graceful swirl, she turns back. The world looks on with stolen breath, Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores. The showstopper’s yesterday, Now hangs in a gallery, Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily. No shadows of glamour come a-chasing, For vacant eyes and sagging skin, For shattering illusions, hanging questions, Am I never going back? Linking with The Mag : Mag 147 Linking with Write on Edge : The Red Writing Hood - The Gallery Linking with My blog can beat up your blog : 100 Word Song : Never going back to Ok Linking with The Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Breath
Can hear the ocean surf in your lovely haiku!
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artmusedog and carol
Thank you Carol.
DeleteEffective flow of lines, and I like the rhythms of the word choices.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Liz.
DeleteLovely Haiku!
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DeleteEthereal and dreamy
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Annette
DeleteSuch imagery. breathing in and ingesting flesh. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Edwina
DeleteHello Ruby! Your haiku is beautiful and haunting. I get an image of a person drowning. I love the second line, 'The oceans breathe, tides rush in'. Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Vashti for such kind words.
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