The Sunday Muse
pods of gliding life
sliced by time, pain and distance
meet at the crossroads.
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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. Day 3 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words prompt--... -
DAY-2 OctPoWriMo-2015 Color bleeds In different shades Sometimes the skin Oozes a dozen sores Camouflaging feelings. Some love...
As you know, I'm not a fan of this form, but i do like the pods. Happy weekend, Sunita.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend Shay. I am glad you liked this one.Thank you :)
DeleteI think there is a caution sign at every crossroad --- and aptly so!
ReplyDeleteYes, there is unpredictability at every crossroad. Thank you Bev for passing by :)
DeleteAll great and wounded relationships meet somewhere. Lovely haiku Sunita!
ReplyDeleteThe cycle of life. Thank you Carrie :)
DeleteBeautiful haiku.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog :)
DeleteThis is big and strong Sunita, so much said here! Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Rob. Much appreciated :)
DeleteA generous poem! I love the sense of immensity from the word "pods".
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa :)
DeleteA complete story within your haiku .... cheers.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to fit all the emotions in that...thank you, Helen :)
DeleteI like thinking of them as "pods"!
ReplyDeleteRight, that is how relationships work. Thank you Qbit :)
DeleteCrossroads are a good place to meet. I am glad that they did.
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Yes, they had to meet somewhere. Thank you Jim :)
Delete'pods of gliding life' - I think this is a great line.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Marion :)
DeleteThis is so beautiful... Yes, we can heal eachother.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you liked the haiku. Thank you, Helen :)
DeleteJust wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteYes, like a fissure in a relationship. Thank you, Christine :)
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