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A Pledge

Mugilan Raju

I will clench onto her hands, like a lost child who has been found.

I will gaze at her face so intently till a crimson colour seeps into her veins, and races towards her cheeks.

I will draw that other half of her smile, the one she once lost among a sea of strangers.

I will fold my hands and turn it into a boat when she drowns.

I will draw a sun on days they don’t shine for her.

I will always be at the corner of her mind having a smoke puffing its wisps blurring out every other stranger trying to seduce her.

I will kiss her tears and promise to be her guardian angel for eternity.

I will hold her hand and play Hide & Seek with her demons till they are afraid of my light.

I will keep painting her into existence with my raw words…

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BEREFT
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch’s sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
Robert Frost
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Photo credit: Jean Guichard
bereave [bih-reev]
 
verb (used with object), be·reaved or be·reft, be·reav·ing.
 
-to deprive and make desolate, especially by death (usually followed by of):
Illness bereaved them of their mother.
 
-to deprive ruthlessly or by force (usually followed by of):
The war bereaved them of their home.
 
– Obsolete . to take away by violence.
 
ORIGIN OF BEREAVE
 
before 900; Middle English bereven, Old English berēafian; cognate with Dutch berooven, German berauben, Gothic biraubōn. See be-, reave1
 
RELATED FORMS
be·reave·ment , noun
be·reav·er , noun

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giraffes

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PHOEBE HESKETH

Sunflowers and Silver Birch: A Memoir

dogoodtoeveryone

a medieval ms image that i love

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~ Gabriel Zech (Sollars Elementary)

screen shot 2018-10-22 at 1.38.53 pm~ Pat Davis (Pembroke, NH)
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~ Lee Nash (France)

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~ Ana Drubot (Bucharest)

 

winter solstice
our son reads a fairy tale
to his unborn child

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winter night
I dreamed your garden lights
were fireflies
 
Reaching for green pears–
the pull
of an old scar

  for her mother
bluets
roots and all

hazy moon
the nun begins her journey
with a backward glance

 

an open window
somewhere
a woman’s wordless song


sweet peas
tremble on the trellis
the bride’s “I will”

smooth garden bench
a woman embroiders
a unicorn
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dew drops
on the dark rose
our reflections
 
yellow leaves
a girl plays hopscotch
by herself
 
starlight
on the harp strings
Christmas Eve
 
clay on the wheel I confess my faith
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winter night
he patiently untangles
her antique silver chain
 
cathedral garden
cardinals in the birdbath
scatter drops of light
 
the boy stands still
fingers splayed
above a starfish
 
birdsong
through open windows—
he lifts the veil
 
night flight
a young man fast asleep
beside his cello
 
dress by dress
the story of her life
day lilies close
 
soft Gullah
at the graveside…
blue glass shines
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Haiku and the Brain

This is amazing ….

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Source: Haiku and the Brain