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LL May 5
having a blacksmith
for a father always set
the house on fire — some
children get tempered like steel —
some get brittle like charcoal
2025/076
LL May 5
the thing about it
walking for miles with storm clouds
overhead is that
the sun becomes a distant
memory, and the shade — home
2025/075
Robin Edwards Apr 30
The dream fades away
Awake now at five AM
Heavy rain outside
April’s not the cruelest month
The month you left us should be
Me?
I don’t recognize—
The person who is called me
They have cloudy eyes
With a far and distant gaze
A guarded look– still speaks much
Do cacti crave hugs?
Do they mourn their loss of touch?
Their thorns protect them—
But do they ever want more?
Tell me, are cacti touch starved?
My first Tanka poem :))
Robin Edwards Apr 27
I am not alone
Counting syllables at dawn
While the bed is warm
What does all this mean to me?
Others dream of Haiku too
LL Apr 23
if you're the sea I'd
easily drown in — I am
the sea-beaten cliff
you can safely wonder from —
of carelessly jumping off
2025/067
Robin Edwards Apr 22
These gossamer wings
Have nowhere to fly today
Folded on my back
So, I sit and watch the sky
Waiting for the wind to change
LL Apr 20
joy would always leave
me like a bird that flew out
of its cage and — when
it came back knocking on the
glass — I wouldn't let it in
2025/062
LL Apr 13
I don't tell you things
because explaining in length
things long brewing's like
standing at the floodgates of
a river as it empties
2025/061
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