The Bearing Mater
(A Tanka & a Haiku)

I name her ere Thee —
In her frame, I see Thy soul;
(Ain't being uncouth).
I've, ergo, not broken oaths —
She's Divinity on Earth.

She's all that matters;
Womb of the Holy Spirit —
The Bearing Mater.

//Thought for the Day//

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Mother: The Sun on the Night
(A Tanka)

Lights up the oil lamp,
She makes the shadows vanish—
At the cusp of dusk.
She is the sun on the night
That makes home out of the house.

//Eve's Thought//

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Said I (Just) Loved You (But I Lied)
(A Tanka)

I loved her so much —
As much as one could e'er love;
She savored it deep.
She requited not a bit —
What I felt was more than love.

//Eve's Thought//

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Love's Liquid Longing
(A Haiku)

Rain down upon me
Like parched dust, I rise halfway —
We seep into Earth.

//Eve's Thought//

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From Chaos to Calm

From being social
To being secluded —
It 'takes' you.


//Eve's Thought//

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Nailed
(Tanka & Haiku)

An iron-strong heart,
Nailed by a velvety look,
Is pinned perfectly.
Stealthy gazes wield magic—
A look spoils the apple cart.

Beauty hunts down love,
Owning both mind and heart—ay!
Such a hawkish dove.

//Eve's Thought//

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A Walk Across the Burning Bridges
(A Triple Tanka & a Haiku)





Those burning bridges
Over cliffhanger ridges
Lit up forward paths.
They got me out of the woods
Of that decayed, darkling past.

No more I-love-you's,
No more metaphors for calms.
Into the silence
Of my bygone, dreary dreams
I slip without singing Psalms.

Bid me a goodbye —
Our love was but a true lie —
Part ways, by and by.
Plank by plank, let us let go
Of the woes that never wowed.

Ancient singed spirits
Are the conduits of chaos—
Peace in and peace out.

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My Heart Killed Her

“I’ll love you
Till I’m alive”—
She’s the living-dead!

//Eerie Eve's Thought//

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Luna's Own Day

The workaholics
Are on steroids – manic freaks,
Their aura pure lunatic.
The jobless too go mad –
Ain’t this too much, just tragic?

Luna’s bleak day
Is blue and black and grim gray –
Some are blue, others gay.

//Eve's Thought//

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Reigning Silences
(A Tanka & a Haiku)

To sorrows, I'm addicted;
Ah, they can't be far behind
When you do arrive.
Nimbus clouds are on my brow—
When will it rain, Love?

I've saved silences
To welcome you when you come—
Mixed with the rain, Love.

/:Eve's Thought//

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