Fragile Grounds
When Words Falter and Tension Lingers
By DaphsamPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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trip wires everywhere
conversation runs dry as
a barren desert
About the Creator
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
Deep! Love this haiku.
Oof, this hits like stepping on a LEGO—sharp and clever! Love the desert vibe.✨
It truly sucks when this happens. Loved your poem!
Excellent choice if words for a haiku, humanistic blending with nature.
I loved the trip wire referencing a bad conversation
A conversation at an end and what do we do now Good one.
Sounds like a tough confrontation!
Brilliant! Senyru and Haiku in one!
Brilliant & Fabulous!