Holding on time and enfolding memories
Time Capsule Haiku
My sorrows my pain
Sorted out in vain
I’m blind I must refrain
Many options
Alternatives and ideas
One standard
Future news
Past holder words
Current talk
My thoughts
My way of life
My look
Secrets yes
Sins curated hidden
Faults done
Silent laws
Without a court
Time keeper
Keepsake
Priceless non free
Pictures
Paper thin
Tasteless norms to inform
Paper thick
Too many
To pick and choose
Be quick fast
Now just now
Becoming the past fast
Better hold them
Better stop
Stop them now
In the Time Capsule
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Chacha Jaramillo
Nature, music and great food lover. Dreaming of having a blog to help people overcome life’s challenges. Born Latin-Chinese, my stories relate how resilience helps you overcome life’s obstacles.
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress3 days ago in Poets
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Outstanding!!!💖💖💕