Screams roar from my mouth
words can’t escape the damage
I turn to the wall.
*****
No-one speaks or shouts
Try to talk in measured tones
Words that are silent.
*****
Old wounds, never die
ripped apart with trembling hands
Add blood and lemon.
*****
Deep within my grief
We know that life is cruel, sad
Always more to come.
Wonderful haiku and Zemanta offers it to me all the time. After three goes it’s probably time to move forward. TY! 🙂
•.★♥★Happy New Year to You & Yours!★♥★.•
Eliz
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yes….i just loved the one …add blood and lemon !!! very original thought, dipped in violence !!
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Powerful take on the prompt! “try to talk in measured tones” how hard that can be!
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I can’t talk in measured tones AT ALL, but I had a best friend whose family ALWAYS did. It was like watching a play! I’m far too emotional for that but it was fascinating to watch.
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Wonderfully written. Brilliant indeed. 🙂
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thank you so much!!
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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Wrenchingly described – you’ve created a visceral image. Wow!
“Add blood and lemon”
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