Submissions by O_Dee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Illuminated
Illuminated.
The hand that writes the season
letting the pen fall
The hand that writes the season
letting the pen fall
#fall
#haiku
#nature
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The Long Car Journey
The long car journey.
Epic haiku production.
Illegible script.
Epic haiku production.
Illegible script.
#haiku
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Sales
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entirely satisfied with our product.
Our try before you buy policy
assures you of our speedy returns.
To arrange collection please select a date,
allowing one hour either side of your selected time
for our qualified engineers to attend.
We advise all of our customers
to have a clean, quiet space,
a supply of dry towels
a spoon
and plenty of running water available.
Please allow 24 hrs
before resuming physical activity.
Whilst your current purchase
may not...
#consumerism
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Cuthbert
He worried his name
would map a future for him
that he never wished for.
He thought about it for a time
before walking away
from the family fortune.
His family were distraught.
But Delores tells me
that happiness like hers,
it can’t be bought.
would map a future for him
that he never wished for.
He thought about it for a time
before walking away
from the family fortune.
His family were distraught.
But Delores tells me
that happiness like hers,
it can’t be bought.
#happiness
#strength
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Cut
Bright as a ribbon
snipped by the mayor
to a round of applause
her river ran
one sunny afternoon
taking her with it.
When she was moored again
she had butterflies
and flowers beside her bed.
The opening was closed.
She was quiet, peaceful.
When they asked her why
she whispered
because, it made me feel alive
snipped by the mayor
to a round of applause
her river ran
one sunny afternoon
taking her with it.
When she was moored again
she had butterflies
and flowers beside her bed.
The opening was closed.
She was quiet, peaceful.
When they asked her why
she whispered
because, it made me feel alive
#emptiness
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