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My Floor, has a Carpet of Sorrow.
So I keep weeping, in the Aisle.
My Bedroom Mirror, is Broken.
Which once held, My Beautiful Smile.
The Hands of My Clock, never Alter,
as things remain same at My Place.
My Broken Heart, keeps Weeping
and I run last, in almost every Race.
Our Affair, has finally Ended
and now U are free to Go.
I will watch My "Sunsets" Quietly.
As My Tears, roll down and Flow.

Sheer silks rise and fall
Pleasure wrapped in dulcet tones
Joy beads down her brow


This haiku is dedicated to Hedone, the Goddess of Pleasure.
Other than her being the daughter of Cupid and Psyche, there isnt much on her either. Pleasure has many connotations, mich like her own name also so what better way than to play around with it!
These haikus sure are fun to do!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
I know you know real pain
I know this will not make you cry
I know in the end, you will not see me

And I will never get to hold you
as the child you never got to be
Nor will I ever really be the goddess  
as a mother I feel destined to become
in your presence
 Jul 2020 Ezbon Kancharla
essie
mother shelter
her roof caving in
the wind creeps through the cracks in her walls

father shepherd
his flock astray
all the stars in the sky could not convince them to return
very loosely based off of Anaïs Mitchell’s “Young Man in America”
 Jul 2020 Ezbon Kancharla
essie
Mind like an acrobat
She sways precariously back
and forth with the constant influx of travelers
Who never seem to stay more than a night
Part with their cynical phrases
And compare her to a trapeze

She is the calico feline that hides
In the woodpile for fear of being known
The nights have long since turned frigid
The aroma of death
Is what gives her away
Too late now to be saved

Imperfections in the sky
Draw weary eyes to gaze upon them
Amplified in the freckles on her face
Pinpricks on the vast unknown
Flaming ***** of unfathomable chaos
Look like stars to the naked eye
 Jul 2020 Ezbon Kancharla
eileen
it hurts
everyday

not being able to say
the words you deserve to hear

I repeat them in my head
it's pointless
you're not a mind reader

who did this to me
did I break myself

I'm filled with love
but I can't say
I love you
I wept an ocean of tears and left you in the depths of sorrow
6/10/20
The righteous white snow
Covers whispered lies.

But soon...

The gore of falsity
Will redden the surface.

Place your hand
Upon the red snow
To reveal truth untold.
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