September Freeform
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Haiku 1 Stuck marshmallows sigh, Charred edges at the fireRelentless texts fly. Haiku 2 Round debates unfold, Sweet promises melted fast, Lies are swallowed whole. Haiku 3 Powder sugar molds, Over-sweet, we’re sick of it— Vote for chocolate’s core. Read more
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SEPTEMBER FREEFORM All accessible to my thumb Yet, it becomes a mystery to me As to where I know my friends At times, the puzzle even Spreads to whether they Know each other on social media Because artist to artist, writer to writer Ought to be friends or enemies, fighting for the good fight To Read more
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SRPTEMBER FREEFORM Tattoos of Place In the ink of my memory, Los Angeles sprawls, Sunset poluted red, where palm trees stand black against it, A canvas of dreams, where the deep teal ocean meets sky, My favorite gardens climbing the hills, orange poppies, and magenta bougainvillea, Fig trees, pomegranates, palms along the streets. Cats mouse Read more
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SEPTEMBER FREEFORM Leaving safe stillness, sleep swayed silence,she stirs in her blankets, gathers fresh flowers,soft sunlight spilling,but shadows slink closer,unspoken sequential words linger,fingers curling, fear flickers. Once, warmth woven,wonderful whispers,waltzing in the garden,where laughter lingers,but now,the air thickens,a tempest brews,an echo of anger, knife held in querythe storm breaching the calm. Cautious cadence,careful Read more
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Haibun Beneath the golden rays of a late afternoon, she stands in her garden, a sanctuary of blooming success. Each flower, a testament to her labor, unfurls in vibrant hues, singing stories of patience and perseverance. The air is rich with the scent of ripeness—figs and herbs, a bounty earned through time’s resolve. Alone but Read more
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FREEFORM FOR SEPTEMBER In the tinsel of my twilight, I hear their laughter—echoes of yesterday, Little feet that once danced in my shadow, until I turned, Now stride boldly, their own paths to pave. “Mama,” they say, eyes bright with the sun, “We’re grown now, we’ve got this— Your wisdom, though cherished, Is a breeze Read more
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FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That Read more
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