haikuUndone. (haiku) A little black bird frozen under dirty snow— mom forgets my face. © Nancy Botta, 2019 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
Exceptionally beautiful poem, but such a tragic place to be. 😦 LikeLiked by 1 person December 10, 2019 at 6:33 pm Reply
Snow when fresh is beautiful and covers many flaws. When it becomes dirty it is just another reminder of the depressing nature of winter; a cold tomb as a temporary disguise for the ugliness of death. LikeLiked by 1 person December 10, 2019 at 6:53 pm Reply
Just amazing! This is so powerful and heartbreaking in only a few lines. LikeLiked by 1 person December 12, 2019 at 3:20 pm Reply
Your poetry and art is really beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Happy to be following along. LikeLiked by 1 person February 5, 2020 at 10:11 pm Reply
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That’s gorgeous and sad. Poor mom.
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I love this! Gut wrenching image.
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Exceptionally beautiful poem, but such a tragic place to be. 😦
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Snow when fresh is beautiful and covers many flaws. When it becomes dirty it is just another reminder of the depressing nature of winter; a cold tomb as a temporary disguise for the ugliness of death.
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Just amazing! This is so powerful and heartbreaking in only a few lines.
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Your poetry and art is really beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Happy to be following along.
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