Inspired by Pearl Jam's "Sleight of Hand."
Ms. Haiku
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She looks across the street
towards a playground during the noon hour.
A fistful of children unravel
in circles
breaking
into circles
breaking into
circling.
She looks at her gloves.
Her company logo stitched on the thumb.
She cups another rose bulb;
not quite defenseless.
She's stared at one for hours.
She looks at her gloves.
She knows that within
are no more and no less than her hands.
Honored with this increasing strength
she digs another hole.
towards a playground during the noon hour.
A fistful of children unravel
in circles
breaking
into circles
breaking into
circling.
She looks at her gloves.
Her company logo stitched on the thumb.
She cups another rose bulb;
not quite defenseless.
She's stared at one for hours.
She looks at her gloves.
She knows that within
are no more and no less than her hands.
Honored with this increasing strength
she digs another hole.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I can see exactly what you are saying. I really like it. thanks for sharing. And if this isn't full swing than i can't wait to hear more
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Glad you like Biblio, and thanks for the insight.
that's an interesting explanation. i've read it three times, and it's better each time.
for me, i sense something traumatic (through the long hours) of staring at the rose bulb, and the regaining of one's strength through the patterns and energies of living itself.
very nice. thank you.