A familiar rhythm.
Smooth cadence trills through my veins.
Rhyme wafts finally.
Puddle play
Sometimes forgotten umbrellas become invitations to rediscover childhood through rain-soaked puddles. sudden sweep of rain a forgotten umbre...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
The music of inspiration, becomes a beautiful poem like yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such heart warming compliments
DeleteThank you so much Leslie
ReplyDeleteVery pretty haiku. Love your use of the prompt words.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Vashti
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