Slivers of your smile,
in grooves and curves of my heart,
I carry daily.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry
in grooves and curves of my heart,
I carry daily.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry
Where I Cease
Prompt: "The End" My response to an American cinquain challenge—finding not a conclusion, but a continuation. I cease. And we beg...
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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? ” ...
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