I don't quite understand all this, but I have done something with your poem
which you must be pressed to ignore, if it worries you at all.
Not yet, courage waits as
the curtain falls,
to disappear in awakening.
crucial, love of absence,
the scythe
of the eclipsed moon.
Suspense, the tall image,
slow turn of thighs,
lips reach the galaxies.
the first cry of a new born
pleads guilty,
whispers never the same.
my fault, the animals feet,
carrying the burden of straw,
words brought grief.
In triangular fight......................could you not say flight here?
my son, my god, my father:
I stand in the centre.
I just felt it was...well it was, so that's my idea.
I felt it was worth trying anyway.
They could each become a haiku in their own right too perhaps.
Love to you from - Ann Waddicor
which you must be pressed to ignore, if it worries you at all.
Not yet, courage waits as
the curtain falls,
to disappear in awakening.
crucial, love of absence,
the scythe
of the eclipsed moon.
Suspense, the tall image,
slow turn of thighs,
lips reach the galaxies.
the first cry of a new born
pleads guilty,
whispers never the same.
my fault, the animals feet,
carrying the burden of straw,
words brought grief.
In triangular fight......................could you not say flight here?
my son, my god, my father:
I stand in the centre.
I just felt it was...well it was, so that's my idea.
I felt it was worth trying anyway.
They could each become a haiku in their own right too perhaps.
Love to you from - Ann Waddicor
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