story of her life
scribbled on scraps of paper
in vanishing ink
©️ 2018
Mother Wintermoon
Falling word fragments, scribbled on scraps of paper, bits and pieces of my soul
Falling word fragments, scribbled on scraps of paper, bits and pieces of my soul
A commendable chaiku of wonderful story.
Shiva
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Thank you, Shiva! (((hugs)))
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I like this. I recently read Kate Atkinson’s novel Life After Life in which a woman is born over and over again to the same family and on the same date, but experiences different timelines. And so, this poem sort of fits that idea.
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Thank you for your feedback, Merril! 😊 Sounds like a good book.
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I meant it in a different way…as in feeling invisible and erased…but I like hearing individual interpretations. Always interesting!
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