
One
teardrop
spilled might
tip the balance
of so many things –
dripped into the vast
lake, of channelled
insecurity, insincerity
and remorse.
Just one.
its lapsed presence lies
spread eagle – flat upon the floor
becoming pooled
Penumbra.
Check out the Penumbra blog – rich in the art and essence of Haiku.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Short and thought provoking…Nicely done Anita:-)
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Thank you, sweet of you to say, and thanks for your time. I don’t normally do ‘short’ ad I added to it… lol.
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Just one tear can tare open the bitter heart.
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Thanks Rose, and for the poetry. Very nice.
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With so few words, again I am transported to another brilliant world. Splendid!
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Thank you!
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This is gorgeous Anita ❤ I love the parallel between form and content. There are so many themes tackled in very few words. It makes your art all the more powerful.
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Thank you for the appreciation and your thoughts, and for the time taken.
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My pleasure!
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Awesome, made me think of how small actions have consequences.
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Indeed they do, thanks!
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