heavy drops tickle
my ears through
thunderous silence
in colored rays this
raincoat swirls,
drifts to the fountain
of youth. doubtful splashes
disappear —
and leave my soul bared.
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5-3-5 syllabic Kelly Lunes (the American Haiku)
… a challenge among friends, using the word ‘raincoat’
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About Miriam E.
Somewhere along the way, I started writing. If you care to look beyond the jokes & smiles, you will find me a bit of an introvert, spinning through life one clumsy step at a time, fortunate to not have skinned my knees one too many times yet.
When everything gets a little too drowned out by the white noise of this planet, I tend to reassemble myself at the keyboard in an attempt to slow down & breathe.
English is my second language. I love how it feels on my tongue and how the words can be shaped and sculpted, so be patient with me — I am experimenting.
Enjoy, if you will.
Miriam
words... from here to there 
the fountain of youth perhaps? xx
perhaps 😉
you have nothing to worry about yet my lovely x
heh, i am not worried 🙂 xx
🙂 GOOD xx