
(a clutch of Haiku)
I saw a flower Break beneath a waxing moon It was her first time * I misunderstood And find I should have cared more I breakfast alone * The sheets do belong To the one who deserves them She recalls my name * In a certain light I am considered handsome We make love at night * Through a web of joy We dance the tarantella two crazy lovers
They are great Andy, nice to have your poetry back again.
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Beautiful poem and picture
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Thanks Leyla 🙂
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A beautiful set of haiku. The doubts and joy of love… 🙂
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Indeed Mani 🙂 Love is a slippery thing 🙂
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As the others have said, this is a great poem. So many up and down emotions that come with love and lust. Hope you are doing alright over there in Queensland. Certainly seems warm up there 🙂
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Thanks Mabel – all good here at the moment. Hope you are managing down there. Take care, stay safe and happy. 🙂
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Handsome at night, I had to smile 🙂
As always, wonderful crafted poetry.
And as always, sending a big hug again!
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Thanks Patty 😀 Hugs right back.
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