Sometimes you’re so black
Only your moon mouth opens,
grins, swallows me whole.
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Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku they’re all here:
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Time Diffused
Crone looks at her face reflected in a still lake, moon aura, soft lines. * * * * * Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku, they’re all here:
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
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There you go again, blowing us all out of the water...or in this case, the sky. That was incredible!