Where does meaning dwell?
Beginning, middle, end; where?
Endings make meaning
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Lethal Luxury
"In a banqueting-room with a reversible ceiling he once buried his guests in violets and other flowers, so that some were actually smothered to death, being unable to crawl out to the top." -- Scriptores Historiae Augustae, “The Life of Elagabalus,” in Historia Augusta
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
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 Paytonabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
😂😂 You are thinking about many bizarre things. Amazing!
It's the process...the journey...the whole sum of it...that gives significance to the outcome. I believe that. An interesting haiku! Keep it up!
Brilliant haiku! 💌
But do they really? Do they? Lol. Loved your Haiku!
Simple but smart
So, it really is whether you win or lose and not how you play the game? Just kidding. I loved your haiku.