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Recycled Paper

                                      buried diary
                          secret pages sown in tears
                             weeping willow sprouts


1-2-2020

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Kim Merryman

July 2, 2021 at 8:43 PM

I love the creative imagery in your haiku, Juliet! Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Jan Allison

July 1, 2021 at 1:13 AM

a touching piece Juliet, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Christuraj Alex

June 30, 2021 at 9:49 PM

Weeping. Beautiful. Congratulations!

Kai Michael Neumann

March 19, 2020 at 10:57 AM

Great one. I hope that the diary laughs as well ...

Juliet Ligon

March 20, 2020 at 7:34 PM

A new one will. Maybe the next one will become a fruit tree.

Brenda Chiri

January 4, 2020 at 7:36 PM

Juliet congratulations on your placement!;) this was really good!;)

Juliet Ligon

January 10, 2020 at 11:16 AM

Thanks, Brenda.

Sandra Adams

January 3, 2020 at 9:07 PM

oh wow... this is poignant...powerful image...i love this... hugs

Juliet Ligon

January 4, 2020 at 1:24 AM

Thanks, Sandra. Glad you like it. Poetic hugs.

FJ Thomas

January 3, 2020 at 1:55 PM

I must agree with Chris Juliet. This is beautiful in its uniqueness. Strong in it's depth.

Juliet Ligon

January 3, 2020 at 4:47 PM

Much appreciated, FJ. Blessings.

Chris Green

January 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM

Wow Juliet, that was fantastic. I really enjoyed your vision in this. The sadness is felt woven through the lonely lines that are so creative and wonderfully expressed. If this came from a real place inside, chin up my friend...it is a new year and a new future.

Juliet Ligon

January 3, 2020 at 4:46 PM

Thanks so much, Chris. This one just came to me at my bedside. The past was sad, but I'm happy with the present and hopeful for the future. I no longer hold on to sadness, but sometimes quickly spew it out through poetry.