Shame Won't Wash Away
For Matthew's Mirror, Mirror Challenge!
a square of fabric
can wash away dirt and stains
but not the deep shame
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: This is another entry into Matthew Fromm's great little challenge, which you can find out more about below. Basically, take a mundane object and write a 5-7-5 poem about it.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (10)
Invites a wee peek beneath the surface, does it not? Impactful Haiku.
Oh, this one is deep. Fantastic.
The hard truth and an excellent entry. Well done, sir!
You did go deep for this one! Wish it could wash shame away too. Good one!!
Once again you mine profundity out of the mundane, Paul!
Whoaa, that hits hard! A wise man once told me...😄
Simply profound.
Hard hitting, Matthew is the only person who entered my current challenge so will have to check this out
So freaking true!!!!! Loved this so much Sir Paul! 🍩🥐
Oooh, so true, really liked this one!