All We Are
A Haiku
Soil yet remembers
When all of us were naught but
Stardust and ashes
About the Creator
Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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This is so beautifully written!! I love how descriptive you are. You truly paint a picture with this Haiku. It’s amazing to me how much can be said in three lines. Absolutely wonderful!
Beautiful and brilliant, Michelle! I enjoy the visual symmetry and use of the word ‘naught’.