waning moon
mother stops eating
ice cream
Prune Juice
July 2017
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Tag: ice cream
Great Uncle
Great Uncle I am four or five. It is warm and the fragrance of the blooming privet hedge tickles my nose. Visiting Grandma, which happens often, she lives only blocks from our house, my mother’s Uncle Willie is at home when we arrive. He is old with a surprisingly full head of gray hair and […]
OK. So. I’m. Intolerant.
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sunlight
how I must run for cover
when you shine
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her tongue says yes
but her stomach says no
to ice cream
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walking away
from bigoted conversation
zero tolerance
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
For Carpe Diem ‘intolerance’ I am finding the prompts this month very challenging. I have no shortage of commentary on the nuances of these words. However, a comment does not a haiku make! Still, I offer up my poems – haiku or not – for your perusal. Thank you for reading!
