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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(I heard a story in which a young woman believed her own presence was a fault.
This lassie hoped by denying her homeland to her flawed self,
she could cause her two feuding brothers to make peace.
Instead, they each blamed the other for sending her away.
Thus, she found herself on a distant, …)
”Vexed Shore”
The purity of
her exile was grief-tinged.
Jostle her back home!
~ OMK
"New Home"
The young woman was an exile
who was clothed in a lovely style.
Her complexion had a nice tinge,
and her shawl had a decorative fringe.
She longed to find some security
in a place that was clean with purity.
She wouldn't mind having room-mates to jostle,
and spent her evenings reading a gospel.
One day she received a text
telling her she would be next
to be admitted to a shared home,
where she would no longer be alone.
Your young woman, Misty, joins a land of immigrants, which is another way of saying exiles.
Of course she feels alone. Until she finds acceptance, she is very much on her own.
Your stanzas capture that in a crisp, economical fashion.
~ OMK
The frazzled Christmas shopper debates whether to keep searching for the exact gift requested on the list, or settle for a close match.
Tis the Season
Store full, we jostle,
Purity or tinge of list,
Next year we exile!
Late to the party today. I started my Christmas decorating! Perhaps that set the direction of my creative thoughts today.
I still haven’t figured out the Wordle! Back later to comment on your offerings.
CanadianEh! ~ Your haiku offers a fine expression of the old-time Christmas spirit.
By "Old-time," I mean when we would actually go shopping in physical stores, bumping strangers, hearing carols, literally jostling.
Seems we've moved all that activity to Black Friday these days.
And even that is being overtaken by Cyber Monday, as we all stay home and order deliveries over the wimpy web.
~ OMK
Misty- what a beautiful poem that captures the longing of an exile for a new home annd safety, and more importantly friends and a sense of belonging. A pleasure to read.
OMK- your haiku also features a self-imposed exile with family issues. I liked your use of “grief-tinged”. And f course the punch of that last line.
I was not thinking about the lessening of Christmas shopping crowds due to online shopping, but you make a good point about “old-time”. But IMHO, there is still some shopping that must be done in person.
Thanks to you both today.
Ol' Man Keith, what a sad story that the young woman's move didn't end her brothers' conflict. Hope a better solution can be found for her. And thank you for your very kind comments about my verse.
CanadianEh!, your neat verse jolted me into realizing that I have to talk to my family and ask them again not to have us exchange Christmas presents. It's such a difficult and costly chore and just getting together, on the computer or in person, is a much better way to celebrate.
I guess it was your verse that suggested this possibility for me--thank you for that.
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