Doom Posted byVon SmithMarch 31, 2019April 24, 2019Posted inHaiku, PoetryTags:baby, Doom, Haiku, Love, mother, Poetry Baby clutches breast Mother’s robe and might protest Writhing vines of doom Guess That Art III! Alien meets Predator meets Tangled? Share this:LinkedInTwitterRedditFacebookEmailPrintLike Loading...
Thank you, Helene. I went to a site with Jackson Pollock early works, and there it was, untitled. I saw a heroic woman defending her child, right away. LikeLiked by 1 person
Mine was also a woman but with a different story. https://helenevaillant.com/2019/03/30/downfall/ LikeLiked by 1 person
Good interpretation Von, lovely haiku.
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Thank you, Helene. I went to a site with Jackson Pollock early works, and there it was, untitled. I saw a heroic woman defending her child, right away.
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Mine was also a woman but with a different story. https://helenevaillant.com/2019/03/30/downfall/
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That is what imagination creates!
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