All we have is each other.
Nothing is for certain, but believing in humanity...?
A coloured history
Though that thought had too many syllables, I was thinking about writing Haiku's today. I'm going to experiment and see what it would look like to just do ones about anything at all.
The ceramic bowl where I deposit my vapourizer remains
Red heart, blue petals
From where the sun shone, to here
Small and fragile
My piece of art created for UAWL's display at the community conference (can one do a series of haikus? I just did)
life-giving and dead
my sculpture of the classroom
as two ovaries
green trees and women
required life giving forces
green, ailve, thriving
the darkened one: black
dead are my hopes of changing
the world- at least all
I like the way you have to think of all the ways to describe something with the requisite syllables.
I wrote this a few nights ago, and clearly in my blazed state of mind, didn't manage to post it. But here it is. I should be off to study now. Happy Good Friday. Much love to the outside world.
Rach
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