A Haiku

All my designs, simplified; and all of my plans, compromised…

I’m not big on writing poetry, much more of a prose gal.  But I do make exceptions for the haiku.  There’s something about the form that I get, the elegance from simplicity.  So, with no more further ado:

A tempest brewing

Swirls and churns inside my soul

Woman emerges


About the ghost

Not quite what you think you see, in some ways more, in some ways less.
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