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Joined: 24-July 07
From: South Africa
Member No.: 457
Real Name: Walter Schwim
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Mistral
This was inspired by Alice's Haiku. (I can complicate anything) W
Rings of Circumspection
Rev1
There’s a woman bent and weeping from her harbour mirror peeping, who although she’s smiling bravely sees her daughter frowning gravely.
Silver ripples on the water, smile at me oh mothers daughter, laughing eyes have changed to sighing turned to those of someone dying.
Evening shadow fills the harbour; be my grave, my silver arbour. Cleanse me with your liquid stillness; end my fears and heal my illness.
There’s a young girl knelt and weeping through a liquid mirror peeping and her tears corrupt perfection spreading rings of circumspection.
Orig;
There’s a woman bent and weeping from her harbour mirror peeping, who although she’s smiling bravely sees her daughter frowning gravely.
Silver ripples on the water, smile at me oh mothers daughter, laughing eyes have turned to sighing turned to those of someone dying.
Evening shadow fills the harbour be my grave, my silver arbour cleanse me with your liquid stillness end my fears and heal my illness.
There’s a young girl knelt and weeping through a liquid mirror peeping and her tears corrupt perfection spreading rings of circumspection.
Wally, a complicated haiku? Yes you certainly did...lol. But what a wonderful complication, to me this reads like Hiawatha in its rhythm, very lyrical. Well done, you most definitely are back with mother muse whispering in your ear.