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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

Date: 7/2/2021 8:43:00 PM

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

Jan Allison

Date: 7/1/2021 1:13:00 AM

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

Christuraj Alex

Date: 6/30/2021 9:49:00 PM

Weeping. Beautiful. Congratulations!

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 3/19/2020 10:57:00 AM

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

Juliet Ligon
Date: 3/20/2020 7:34:00 PM

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

Brenda Chiri

Date: 1/4/2020 7:36:00 PM

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

Juliet Ligon
Date: 1/10/2020 11:16:00 AM

Thanks, Brenda.

Sandra Adams

Date: 1/3/2020 9:07:00 PM

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

Juliet Ligon
Date: 1/4/2020 1:24:00 AM

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

FJ Thomas

Date: 1/3/2020 1:55:00 PM

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

Juliet Ligon
Date: 1/3/2020 4:47:00 PM

Much appreciated, FJ. Blessings.

Chris Green

Date: 1/3/2020 7:03:00 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
Date: 1/3/2020 4:46:00 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.