No Use Crying . . .
Wrote love-letters. Spilt
black ink all over them. Stormed
out. (Fate always wins . . . )
This despondent haiku (5-7-5 syllables) is my response to Magaly's prompt on Poets&Storytellers United, where me were asked to reflect on Love, Ink and Storm. What a recipe for heartache!
I loved it! Thanks for a neat but gloomy offering. :-)
ReplyDeleteNo crying over spilt ink lol Good one
ReplyDeleteUseless efforts sending those love letters. Nice use of the prompt words.
ReplyDeleteThanks for peeking in on me.
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Well done and succinctly true, fate does seem to win.
ReplyDeletehaha, nice
ReplyDeleteLets hope it wasn't a foretelling!
ReplyDeleteTrue, no use crying.....but still
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ReplyDeleteCould have dodged a bullet, or decades later may wonder "what if." I do wonder if the planned recipient isn't better off? Storming off in anger, giving up by calling it fate? Gave up too easily if it had been "true love."
ReplyDeleteNice response to the prompt. Is the person better or worse off? Who knows?
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