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Feb. 14th, 2014 01:51 amThe Eleven Loves, Returned or Unrequieted, Of Jenn Dolari
(a pretentious haiku thing)
Immature feelings.
Was this it? We did not know.
We were much too young.
Misread intentions,
Then a mishandled response.
A promise destroyed.
In a hurtful game,
Lived an unwitting player.
Laughable whispers.
Strength of an Atlas,
Power of a maelstrom.
Sheer force of will.
Beauty of friendship,
Evolved to a higher plane.
A new life explored.
Dangerous venom
In a vial of innocence.
Exquisite poison.
A yin to a yang.
From a cold faraway place,
Brotherly warmness.
Possibility.
Stopped before given a chance.
Just hours too late.
Angel at the gate.
Shut due to conflagration.
Left lost in the wild.
A sweet voice from pain.
White lily floats on black oil.
Both would not commit.
That wonderful laugh.
Free spirit, wandering thought.
The last of the line.
The Eleven Loves, There Will Never Be a Twelfth, Of Jenn Dolari
(a pretentious haiku thing)
Immature feelings.
Was this it? We did not know.
We were much too young.
Misread intentions,
Then a mishandled response.
A promise destroyed.
In a hurtful game,
Lived an unwitting player.
Laughable whispers.
Strength of an Atlas,
Power of a maelstrom.
Sheer force of will.
Beauty of friendship,
Evolved to a higher plane.
A new life explored.
Dangerous venom
In a vial of innocence.
Exquisite poison.
A yin to a yang.
From a cold faraway place,
Brotherly warmness.
Possibility.
Stopped before given a chance.
Just hours too late.
Angel at the gate.
Shut due to conflagration.
Left lost in the wild.
A sweet voice from pain.
White lily floats on black oil.
Both would not commit.
That wonderful laugh.
Free spirit, wandering thought.
The last of the line.
The Eleven Loves, There Will Never Be a Twelfth, Of Jenn Dolari
