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Haiku by Cath Blackfeather

November 12, 2018 / A. Gouedard

In the garden my lips touch
Apple blossom. Rain
Falls softly, full of ash.

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A. Gouedard

Poet and student ~ I write for several reasons ~ * ~ it centres me * ~ it's an exploration and an adventure and i discover things i didn't know i knew *~ i hope that some of it might cast some light for others when they need it, like a hand held out *~ because i can't help writing - it won't shut up until i do and I feel incomplete when it goes quiet *~ because all my life I have been trying to be a poet ~ to me it always seemed the best thing a person could strive to be and that has many dimensions ~ I studied Art for three years and then Humanities ~ literature, comparative religions and theology, science in society, a bit of psychology. I have gone on studying alone ever since - mostly subjects broadly related to literature, mythology, poetry and history and now I have gone back to Uni as a very mature student, studying Eng Lit and Creative Writing. I hope this will make me a better writer. I am retired - but you never retire from writing!

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