Whispering tissue
Wonderment strewn on their face
Echoes of childhood
Category: Haiku
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Dreaming
Hand-stitched quilts and faded letters lay in the dusty boxes of my attic. The yellowed tape flakes when pulled open.
Fragmented memories flutter in the dust motes and cloud my mind like tangled wildflowers.
Your long fingers. Your knitting needle. Dried lavender. Rose gardens bereft with aphids.
The plastic smell of your favorite lawn chair.
Hair curlers and embroidered handkerchiefs.
You’re lost in time and space, but I have your nose and my daughter has your boisterous laugh, so somehow we found you, too.
And the blanket smells like lavender.
And your “L’s” look like mine.
Last night I talked to you in a dream.
Tonight your blanket lays on my bed because you were worried I was cold.
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Bodies
1920’s cozy fantasy WIP. Think Divine Rivals meets Indiana Jones in New York City. Name is open for suggestion.
A smudged morning sky
Makes me think of the bruises
You left on my soul
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Rose glasses
Time flows like a stream; meandering ripples that sparkle in the sunlight.
Prisms of memories float through my mind. Your smile. My grief. Your struggles. My voice.
They glint in shades of chartreuse, teal, and gold, landing on my eyelids like falling snowflakes
Perfect moments, tinged violet in nostalgia.
How will you remember me?
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Doctorate
You wrapped me in cellophane promises.
Poured honeyed lies on my lips
Adorned me with rose scented thorns
And left me with nothing but a pink book of matches
As though I wasn’t smart enough to set the world on fire.
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Mein
Grit jaw. Steel eyes. A glare that could cut glass. You approach the world with weary confidence forged from a life of learned indifference.
But you crack for me.
It starts small. Wry amusement. A sly chuckle. Pupils dilating. Until the crack shatters and your lips puddle on mine like velvet.
And finally, I see you.
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Terraform
The crow calls, and I open the door.
Snow and frost and bitter cold cuts deep into my skin, breaking open long healed scars that were once gaping wounds.
Barren trees tremble and the ground cracks with ice.
You came. You came.
Alone and needy, you smell my fire and melt into a smile.
And despite the crows warning, I give you refuge. I shelter you in my soft depths and keep you warm in the dark winter.
A sparrow sings. Snowdrops dip their heads above ground. On the first day of March, the moon blots out the sun. In the darkness, you slip away, leaving only petals in your wake.
I could never hold you. I am winter reborn. Frost and starlight, cold nights and silver moons. I sparkle like icy frost, but you glitter like morning dew.
You always leave. But this time you left a seed.
I feel it changing my body from within. Planting roots. Budding like a shy violet in the light of the day.
The crow tilts his head and murmurs.
Be patient little one, I whisper.
Be patient.
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Seventeen
Whimsy mixes with the stubble on your chin. An incongruous pair, but one that hangs on you like a cloak.
You walk next to me, not quite equals, but less youth and more man.
Except for tonight.
Tonight you wrapped yourself in the trappings of childhood. You donned your youth like it was the treasure and not the burden.
And you trick-or-treated with your mom.
At 17.
Teal pink fades to black
A streak of silver shoots across the sky, illuminating my body in the glow of glitter and twilight.
I wrap the earth around me and wait for you to come.
Trees cry and the moon bleeds. Still, I am alone.
The change happens with a quick slowness, like a flower opening.
I know I am different than I was before, but somehow I unfurled and stretched with such lithe grace that I can’t remember where I started.
Or why I am here.
The moon is high.
You are alone.
And Im ready to feast.
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