A million drops fall
in a wet clothes ballet, we
get lost in each time
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
A delightful haiku… such a vivid picture in so few lines!
Love the wet clothes ballet—such a creative juxtaposition 🤗
Yaaay, I finally found the person whose bio I love so much. Hi Invisible but very visible writer. This was such a lovely piece I can picture two lovers dancing in the rain, dance is good for the mind and a perfect escape especially in the rain. Very well written.
you are one of the best writers have come across ,keep it up
A beautiful ballet. I love the rain.
Such a wonderful thing to experience. Loved your Haiku!
Stunning Will!! I love a good rainfall and the way you painted it so lovingly, just so satisfying!!
Spectacular!!!!
Simply beautiful.