J. K. Rowling Plus
Two Far-Reaching Haikus Plus
I will love J. K.
no matter what the mobs spit
into their mean faces.
.....
I’m no Potter fan
only Rowling in the deep
blue sky of her eyes.
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Only One - One
If you could make
anyone immortal
who would it be
Only one
Only one
I’m afraid the one
for me is away
It isn’t me
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P.S. I Love You - Do you too?
Your shoes hold much more than my love
You rise with them towards my heart
My mind dances at your embrace
My hands can only find one glove
One has already become art
My feet tremble before your grace
All other parts cannot abstain
Your beauty overwhelms every
nerve vessel bony eruption
not up to famously attain
some type of blissful reverie
amidst all my mind’s disruption
P.S. I love you do you too
‘Tis after all only for you
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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This was very profound and thought provoking. Well done!