Β© 2020 Frank J. Tassone

How easy is it to forgive and forget, like the adage says? More often than not, we reproach, carry ill feelings, harbour grudges.

Edge of precipice,

Dawns upon us, life we led,

Too late to meddle.

If we stop and pause to consider, the mistakes we’ve done, errors we’ve committed, hurt we’ve inflicted, we’d not be angry for long with anyone else. One flower wilts, and another blooms in its place. Live to grow.

Poetry form :- Haibun ( Prose Envelope :- Prose/ Haiku/ Prose)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen .M. Chesebro for running the Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm Challenge. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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