A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Oof this hit me so hard! Such an emotional Haiku!
Wow, this one really packs a punch & lingers on the pallet. Just three lines, eleven words, seventeen syllables to inform a lifetime & one's entire existence.
Wow! So much said in so few words!
I felt this! Love it.
Very relatable. Great work!
What a visual that created. I felt that one!
Another of those so relatable and wish they weren’t relatable poems! Lovely work Joelle ❤️✨❤️✨