(Umbra.)
An obscured ingress
Secrets are eaten like cake
Don’t call it my choice.
(Penumbra.)
Pine-skirted marshes
Rangy green and purple weeds
A reparation.
(Antumbra.)
Unfurled on one knee
Purple, yellow, orange shadows
A slope-shouldered stance.
LL, 4/12/2009. Prevail.
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You have found a voice. Or perhaps a new gesture for truth would be more correct. They are wonderful. Let image talk beyond the words, don't let the images obscure the truth
ReplyDeleteWOW! I have been missing out. I love your voice. Keep going. It's an oasis. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI read your three haikus from the bottom up. Don't know why, just did. When I finished the top one a chill went through my body. Very odd because I haven't a clue what the first one really means. But somehow, the words have power even so.
ReplyDeleteWoah. She is totally right about the backward thing.
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