Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Wonderful paradox in "peace shatters"! Great sense of drama here!
peace shatters!!! wow thats brilliant :D
Wow! photographs can do that to me too!
I relate. Peace shatters with anyone there. Love this, in my own way ;)
wow -- so much emotion in this. wonderful!
"Peace shatters" is such a wonderful phrase...loved this!
You must destroy your remaining photographs of me - this would help dispell the obsession.
Well done. I know why we turn pictures around and even hide them in an old brown box in the attic.
Maybe some photos should not be displayed. Powerful imagery.
what a great haiku about the tumult of memories!
This can be taken in different ways - is it a photo of a missed loved-one...or a despised enemy...?
nice one :)
Sir Silley, I keep your photographs to scare the bad guys. One look at those, they are at their wits end. BTW, you still alive in the crevasse? Do let me know when you die..
Gautami your writing 'pieces' are marvellous. "photographic peace" that has been shattered! I enjoyed this small poem.
The word "shatters" works so perfectly in this poem! Good choice!
Clever haiku. A poem many recognize. Thank you for sharing this.
Gorgeous yet again. I'm always amazed by your work. Short and sweet.An Eye for Color
Very exciting end. It makes me wonder what happened.
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