Poetic Bloomings Sijo (a former poem redone as sijo)
Ida read the note, not from her son but a friend unknown,
black scuffs on white, like her life, “He asked me to say he won’t be back”.
she tucked it into her apron pocket and cleaned her clean kitchen.
Oh my. This one has a punch to it. Beautifully penned.
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Thanks Marie. Nice prompt
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Yes, Debi… that emotional conflict, confusion battling within the character, summed up so well in the reply of immediate duty. We’ll penned.
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Thanks Damon
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