snip the stretched-out
lets loose a snap-back wasp sting
of a get even
the barber’s neat work
thin white hair trimmed straight across
old man’s sunburned neck
this one, but which one isn’t?
the saleslady thinks.
But the bottle’s exquisite.
She holds it with gentle hands.
5 thoughts on “Shadorma 225, Haiku 730, Tanka 140”
Ha! The last poem reminds me of my mother’s habit of buying perfume on the basis of the bottle rather than the scent. I love that first poem. The sounds of the words and the rhythm marry so well with the actions and emotions they describe.
Thank you. I like perfume bottles better than perfume, myself…!
I rarely wear perfume. I can illustrate that by telling you that I am still using perfume that my Granddad gifted me. My Granddad has been dead for 14 years.
I bet that one reason is, you love the person who gave it to you and if you use it up, that connection, small as it is, will be gone?
There might be something in that.
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