by Lindsay Waller-Wilkinson
I wear mine raw, true
blue badge of honour. Who would
understand? No one.
Tagged: haiku, memory, pain, Poetry, sadness, writing
Less is more…speaks volumes, Lindsay.
Thank you. Wow. I value your comment…
makes me think of suzanne vega track…. i am luca i live on the 2nd floor etc. This is a powerful one as a woman has written it, one questions how the mark came about, who did it, was it a violent act, is she a victim…. very provocative. At first i thought oooh that’s really short but it leaves it’s mark on you, gets under your skin so to speak and the poem behaves like a …… I’m sure this is all intentional and dead obvious or am i just a raving loon…. i am after all your number one fan… beware!
Very cool and clever… love you. x
Thanks. I suppose that’s why we write half the time?
crispy lines, smiles.
crispy lines? interesting
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A fashion designer for years, now a writer –
of short stories and poems, some of which get aired here
and seriously aiming to write a novel this year...
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