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The soft crunch beneath,
A small atmospheric shift,
A whistling breeze.
About the Creator
Liam Storm
I currently work as a thatcher, but love the art of writing a narrative, currently I am working on putting my ideas onto paper and creating a book. In the meantime I create short stories to keep myself, fiancée and two dogs entertained.
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Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
So few words, yet the shift in atmosphere is instantly felt. A beautiful reminder of haiku’s quiet power.
Oh that first yielding crunch of falling leaves! They haven't started falling yet, but the colours are starting to shift around me!
The poem lives up to the title so well. Nicely done!!!