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Socks

Very uninspiring work here. Did I use up all my creative energies in my haiku post or do I just not care about socks? I'm thinking I'll try a different topic...or perhaps shift over to some prose next. I still must give kudos to The One-Minute Writer , whose prompts never fail to get my fingers flying across the keys. (Any deficiencies in writing style are completely on my shoulders.) i've never really cared for socks. sure they're necessary  (unless you like stinky shoes and slimy feet) but i'd rather grab a pair of shoes that don't require them. flip-flops in winter weather are fine so long as you maintain that summer pedicure. i suppose if i have to wear socks i'll pick a pair with arch supports  and try to convince myself i'll wear them at the gym. i'm drawn to colors and patterns at the bargain bin and they're sure easier to match on laundry day but i'd much rather skip them altogether. i could use my sock drawer for som

Crooked

Thank you, Haiku Heights , for the initial prompt: "crooked". Classical music streaming through my speakers, autumn streaming through my window...I found myself drawn off the intended path today. But no matter; there's wisdom here! your crooked smile is a sapling's bend in a breeze -- unassuming grace. live in the moment, do not fear tomorrow's ire, cherish yesterday. as Summer's heart slows leaves cling to dying branches. Live well to the end. learn to cherish life's beautiful fragility. beautiful, too: death. embrace the unknown, respect the unknowable, chase the mystery. obsess not over a temporal permanence. live life and accept. at least strive to grasp an enduring acceptance of what you can't change. inside, cultivate a vulnerability that feels every shifting wind even when you turn your cheek do not fear death -- mere inevitability doesn't dictate life. summer's end foretold, streng

Mother

a cord connected physically what love linked first. joined forever, us. sometimes we bicker: two minds, two bodies, distinct. love mutes distinction. i don't phone enough. but i call to you with every thought. Thank you to Haiku Heights for today's prompt: "mother".