Not quite a woman yet no longer a child. She moves like a muppet. Can you tell by looking she is touched by death too young? Can you tell her daddy has gone to heaven? A cloud of sadness dances with her. The wisdom in her eyes defies her silly youthfulness. Her voice is like an angel’s. She chooses just the right jewelry and clothes but neglects to brush her hair. She rages that her new teeth do not look perfect yet wears clothes too big or too small. What paves her path to happiness?
Showing posts with label smallstones. Show all posts
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Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
January 1st - First Small Stone
Only cold moves today.
It edges my window glass with thick ice.
All breath is hidden.
Haiku version -
Only cold moves today.
It edges glass with thick ice
All breath is hidden.
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