Crumbs
By littleditty
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Crumbs
Sometimes, when I go to slice
a lunchtime sandwich,
I remember the square of our bed,
how I always played at swapping sides
just to see you better,
how you turned your back
as I cut the diagonal,
how corners appeared
and then disappeared,
how this feast of mine
gets smaller.
Feast
The square of our bed
A bag of squirrels jigsaw
Sunday morning extra syllables
Adaptive prayers
Famine
Blank page and the dot
A clean sheet Haiku sandwich
Before dust to mote
05/2020
http://poems-haiku.blogspot.com/
Somewhere to Haiku
King of the Birds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21IbgTewrMs
Daisy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gA7ULy3m2X0
Kaine Polwart Trio I'm gonna do it all https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXuIqPqzuvY
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This is a very thought provoking collection of excellence
You say this is historical fiction.
I certainly hope that is right because if it was personal it would be heart breaking. There is so much sadness and regret in the words, even though they are so very cleverly chosen.
Hmm regret, feeling a bit of that myself at the moment.
Can't do cherries, sorry. (I would here if I could)
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Ah, there's a lot historical fiction about
unfortunately :)
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That's very gracious, but it was my fault.
Broke my own golden rule .... don't drink wine when commenting. 
Take care and keep writing your fab poetry
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Ah the bread of love. Like
Ah the bread of love. Like the move from feast to famine too. Enjoyed your ever diminishing reflection. Rachel :)
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