sorry, love, it is
my way to hand you the rose
then kiss your pained palm
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Humans
Comments (11)
I love the way you use your words to express your love.!!!💕❤️❤️
Spectacular!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Interesting, passionate, edgy... I loved it 💙Anneliese
Holy shit, that's good poetry. This translation could be interpreted in so many ways. - Is their love like a rose with thorns? Will you be satisfied with the good and the bad? - Is this person admitting they're toxic, and pain will follow? -Is the rose a symbol of their heart, and past heartbreak made it thorny? This was so much in so few words
Did it draw blood? Beautiful, intimate, sensual, engaging every imagination from awkward innocence to vampiric.
beautiful
Wow! This one lingers.
Wow! Wonderful haiku, Sonia!
Love your Haiku! Awesome!
Stunning work, Sonia! I tip my invisible hat to you!
A perfect encapsulation 😁