Droplets like marbles,
dropping from the hand on high,
why count them at all?
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James Green
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Salt
Mother, how do I know if I am free? You will feel the sting of it as it drips into your raw, exposed wounds. Around you, the air will reek with it as cliffs of certainties crumble, releasing it into new, unexplored seas. You will lick your dry, chapped lips and taste its bitterness while wiping streaks of it from your face. Your body will glow, and you will pant as it clings to you, cooling you, grounding you, taking you home to the dirt beneath the golden shores and green grass fields from which it is mined.
By Caroline Jane7 days ago in Poets
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This was very profound! Loved your Haiku!
Great Haiku!