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The curve of the streetlamp reflection on our ceiling
was never the moon.
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This one really hits home with me. Faved for sure.
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This is such a sweet little haiku. Haikus are always fun and enlightening, and I think you picked an interesting subject to write about. It's not about nature, but it does invoke an emotional response in the reader. The concrete language you chose to use is wonderful, as well. I can clearly picture the image you are describing. Wonderful work!
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Seeing with unclouded eyes is how we grow, yet it all too often happens in hindsight.
I like this very much.
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I like this.
Simple, but elegant, with a hint of melancholy.
Benedictions
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Reality? There are various. They take shape depending on your current situation. It changes ever so frequently. And often vibrates, even in our dreams.
How do we let go of what does not let go of us?
And it's beautifully written.
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So much disillusionment crammed into so few words.
This is my favorite haiku that I've ever read.
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I don't think this is sad...it's just honest. Plain and pure.
I am in awe of your short poems at the moment. So much atmosphere in so few words.
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You made me actually try writing a haiku or two. They will remain in my moleskine for a little while longer until I am happy with them.
I never thought I would try writing. Not once. Thank you for opening my mind to art in all its forms.
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i agree. shorter poems are really hard to write. this is fantastic.
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I remember reading this on a previous visit and wanted to comment but had no words. It feels like that moment of disillusionment, that moment when all of your defenses and fantasies are stripped away and you are left with what truly is. I like this - a lot.
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Thank you. I think of all my haiku-like poems, that one is the one with which I'm most happy.
And yeah, between that moment and the next, the world is different. So different.
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Amen.
Not so much sad as bittersweet and truthful.
I like shorter poems, it's like the point is sitting there staring at you beneath the disguise of a few words, but really it's just an ocean of emotion that can be looked at millions of different ways depending on everythings. (when I rhyme in comments on accident I feel overlyfocused. Your words make me overlyfocused.)
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I fear shorter poems, to confess - there's not enough wordspace behind which to hide and say βThat is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.β
And that's just damn intimidating.
Your comments make me happy.
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Yes, trueee, but there's still wordspace, and where there is wordspace there are places to hide. Isn't that what poetry is at times? Feelings that can't be explained to people hidden tastefully into mutated art? Bahaa, ignore me.
Plus, shorter poems have this tendancy to really glue themselves to walls of your mind and itch for a few days.
Your comments make me feel the need to get more cleverness implanted into my brain.
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I was going to whip out a spectacularly relevant quote about poetry, only to be quagmired by the fact I couldn't remember it and the book-that-was-supposed-to-be-findable isn't. I'll find it. I will.
Your comments make me feel the need to get more cleverness implanted into my brain.
Same back at you. No, really.
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FIND IT, or else.
And thank you, (hear the heartfelt pitch to that 
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Well, I did find the book shortly after sending off my last reply. Found the book, can't find the quote. Paraphrased, it's something like:
A poem written over the course of years should read is if it was created in a moment.
Except it sounded more clever. >:{
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I love that.
The best poems are written out of sheer nowherenearwhatIwasaimingfor-ness.. or in my opinion at least.
The moment really is a wonderful thing though, really. No better time than now.
And that's okay, IT STIL SAOUNDS KLEVER 2 MI.
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I was wondering if I could do a drawing based on this . . .
Thanks!
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Of course you may; I'd love to see it when and if you do it :}
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That's sad, in a melancholy sort of way.
Can I use it in my sig?
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Of course, but only if you link back to the deviation and credit me in the sig. (I know, I know, more bother than it's worth! 
Thank you for the read!
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That's sad
lol, so good job
Well done packing lots of things into few words ^^
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Thank you! Short poems are the harder for me to write; glad to hear I got punch into it. =]
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You set a really good mood with this poem. The word never becomes the subject of the intire poem. Good job.
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more spanish artists comments! I love them!
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I really like this..it gives off a very despondent vibe.
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