As a child August meant school was around the corner. With mixed feelings she anticipated a new school year, that smell of fresh ink on new books, her best handwriting on that first page of her scribbler and so much promise to fill her mind…learning anew. Of course there were new students arriving in her little town and new relationships forming opening her heart she smiles, waiting with anticipation. And yet, as months progress death looms in the air as leaves fall and grounds reek of decay…
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille
(a troiku)
autumn leaves whisper
echoing
that first je t’aime
autumn leaves whisper
endings or new beginnings
paradox of life
echoing
mistakes repeated
over and over
that first je t’aime
fairy tale or mystery
still unresolved
©Tournesol’17/07/28
Excellent troiku … an other nicely crafted short story and that longing for autumn is so very strong in this troiku. Chapeau!
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Thank you, Kristjaan. I am finding less time to write yet when I do take the time, my muse just blurts so many lines 🙂
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your words are always beautiful and sublime !
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Aw! You’re too kind, Milan. Thank you.
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You are always welcome Cheryl !!
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Love that 2nd one. The play on ‘echoing’ is perfect.
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Thanks, Pat, glad you liked it…I was afraid it sounded a bit cynical but reality flirts that sometimes.
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Not at all cynical. It brings to mind the current circus in the White House.
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Oh gee, yes, well, I certainly don’t envy Americans these days.
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