The grey days of winter crash and foam, one much like another. Memories sprout like tender green buds under a warm yellow sun. You thrived in spring, with your hands in the dirt, coaxing forth a rainbow of blossoms.
These empty blue rooms
Echo my silent crying
I miss you, Mommy…
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Haibun idyll written for Tanka Tuesday.
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Well done, Paula!
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Thanks! 🥰
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❤️
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Aww, so beautiful and moving
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Thanks 💜
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You’re welcome
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Hmm… try commenting again. I swear WP is messing with us…
All the rules for the type of poem, then all the prompt rules… that’s a lot of work.
This is a beautiful piece that gave me sad feels☹💙🌈
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Thank you. It was intimidating, but I decided not to bother with Mr Linky, which helped me simply focus on the writing. Same for my purple one. If I get fewer views, so be it. I do want to try new forms… 🤩
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