#373 – 2 Haiku

2 Haiku


my soul grumbles – so

hungry for the meaty fruit

sustenance of art



he begged for a kiss

my best friend since four years old

a tomboy’s crushed heart




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #373 – 2 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    To say that I feel your adolescent pain and the residue of it that still remains seems so trite. But both haiku remind us how terribly painful life is and how curative “art” can be in our efforts in the healing process. Well done, Merle.

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