A date with heartbreak. . .
sullen shadows made bleaker
with cheap cabernet.
Margie Pearl is practicing Haiku to heal old wounds.
Leads to another & another
Past the tide,
Fear clenched
beneath my skin
like thorns.
On hand and knees,
I press the keel
into the swell.
Pure bliss
to surf winds
of Imagination.
Where ocean and I
are one.
Haiku
My friend and mentor
Elephant Lantern
Guardian of sleepless nights
My happy Buddha.
The story of the Hindu god, Ganesha, enthralls me. He overcomes obstacles with humor, balance, and the occasional sweetie. I rub his belly with the fondness, I would a baby. I didn’t know he was the patron of authors!
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